I always thought I was underprivileged. Having to sleep early, restricted computer usage. The list goes on for quite awhile if I even bother to write everything down.
Everyone has a father, the dude who brought you to Earth. He is this guy who disappears in the morning and returns home only at night, earning these papers that can feed you. Personally, I always felt that that's a responsibility of a father, it's a compulsory job given to him... until yesterday.
Church group meeting began. My best pal then shared about his father's absence in his life. Having known him for more than 5 years, I did not even had the simple act of concern to understand his family background. Many began sharing their life tales about their abusive parents. Some cried for their deceased father. I sat rooted to my chair in horror. I always thought my life will be over if my dad, the sole breadwinner in my family, passes away. Sitting in the same room as me were ordinary teenagers who have lost their role model, their source of love.
As I prayed for the girl sitting beside me that her father-daughter bond will strengthen, little did I know that he had already departed to God's side. I could feel the tinge of sadness when she corrected my mistake.
How many can even empathise the void feeling, the strange lonely feeling that pierces the heart each time they open the door, an indescribable dark fog that presses down on the shoulders heavily?
How many..
