MY FATHER IS ?
Father’s day had passed but I
don’t know what happened that day. I congratulated every father I knew.
I was raised without one and I have never seen him my whole life either. They
said that my father saw me when I was still a newborn but how could I remember
that. There are a few people in this world who have to go through living
without their father because of different reasons or circumstances.
I don’t want to talk about my
dad, most of them. I just can’t get to talk about him. When I was still young,
we always talked through the phone, but it was different now. Where is my
father? What does he look like? I always asked that. And for a few years
already, I haven’t talked to him. He didn’t do anything wrong. That’s what I
was trying to keep into my mind but I just can’t help myself to kind of hate
him. It was wrong. I’m the wrong one on that side. My friend would always tell
me that I shouldn’t hate my father because without him how can I be living in
this world and talking to my friends. I always wanted to keep those things in
my mind. I should be thankful to him always.
Hatred is not a good thing. I
always get advices, that there are a lot of reasons why my father left our
side. I don’t know anything about him or my family on his side. I can’t
remember his face either. There’s some picture of him but I just can’t remember
it clearly. For all the things that I’ve said, I’m also wrong for hating him. I
should be thankful that I was given a dad because not all of the children have
their father in this world.
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