Proud of a Father


I still remember cudling on sofa while watching the TV every single night

I still remember the toys that he bought each time I threw a tantrum

I still remember the books and the proud in his eyes when I success in kindergarten

But that's  all just for a while

I still remember when I waited at my primary school until the sky had became dark and I have to walk more than just a  kilometre just to get home.

I still remember each of my plays, the seat that I reserved for him empty

I still remember each of the arguments between my parents that I don't understand

I remember the first time, he slapped the woman that I love for my whole life

And I still remember the day she cried, watching him walking into the club with his arms wrapped around a pretty lady.

I remember, I remember them all


















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