thinking back..
this is so much like a joke.. or rather black humour


i nv used to think so much abt why u return home so late on every wed and sat ...
smtyms i look at my frens family.. some dng the same biz as u r ..their dads return home late bt stl try to haf dinner wif them..yet, dinner wif u was a weekly issue..i tell myself to be a good girl cos dad is working...

during my growing up years.. daddy seems to be like a background fading character.. i hardly see him cos he returns home like 10 plus.. smtyms when he returns home, we are all deep in slumber..

i dismiss any negativities.. cos i m so convinced that my dad is hard at work..working for the family.

true.. ur stl hard at work.. but .. i dunnoe..

i had a dream some tym back.. i dreamt that u left the family,i cried bitterly in the dream and woke up crying still.. i rem it was a sunday and i cried my heart out during alter call..but this tym, i didnt cry as much as i did..


maybe cos i felt betrayed..


lord.. hear this cry..