Growing up, my dream was to give back to my family. I saw how hard they work to send us to school but just when I graduated.. my father suffered cancer. It was so hard, I lost the motivation to live, to work hard. My father was the only one who made me feel that I am doing the right thing. That someone is proud of me.
Every time I hear the music he always play, I always get teary eyed. I have so much plan in my mind for my family. I want to treat them with nice food, pamper them with spa and all the good stuff. However, I never got the chance to do that. I never got the chance to give my father a comfortable life.
It’s been 6 years since he left but the pain is always as fresh as new every time I remember him. I miss him a lot and I just want to let it out here.
Traveling Thoughts 