A call from my father
It was heartwarming moment when the call was connected.
“How are you? Papa.” I cried out.
“Do you love her?”I asked. I hope he will come back. But he already built a new family with another woman in his world and they both have a little daughter.
“Yes, I love her.” he replied. My tears flew down immediately. I knew my father won’t came back again.
“please be nice to her and make more friends.” Then I couldn’t remember any more words what we talked.
My father’s departure from our lives has been nearly 20 years when I was only in teenager’s girl. The last time I met my father was in one November. My father was drinking with his friend while I left for my senior school on the weekend. They both were sitting in the middle of grains which were packed and piled in the house. Two days later, I was told that my father died in a car accident. When I got this news, my brain couldn’t work. I only remembered that everything was black in front of me. I couldn’t understand why they made such an ridiculous joke. But it was the truth.My father was lying silently on a plank of door which was taken down.There is saying:”Be kind of the world which will be kind to you.” But it didn’t work and took my father away in bleeding and painful. Though my father has been dead for 20 years,I am not still going over this thing.