
I woke up with a gray sky shadowing me. I walked out my room with grayness replacing my blanket. I called for my dad. No answer. I knew he left without telling me...again. With a slight discouragement since this has happened multiple times regardless of the season, I tiptoed into my brother's room, and gentlely asked where Dad was. Of course, my brother would know the answer. "He went out to run some errands, something relating to garage sale." Immediately, it occurred to me, Dad when out to buy furniture without us...again. Up till this moments, it has not occurred to me that on this particular gray and shadey day, love should be spread around. Or what the general public would call this love day, Valentine's day. Continuing on, my brother and I made breakfast together. There was a silent whisper of arguement beneath our skin, however, today was definitely an improvement; knives were kept inside the box. When the clock strike 11:30, keys were heard , footsteps were sounded, the door knob was turned. Dad's face appeared from the gray fog inside of our house. The quick glance of him, made me realize that elasticity has given out in his skin. There is a slight movement of his cheeks when he moves now. On top of his shoulder hung a portable table. In his feeble yet somehow strong left hand left a red carnation, for me. Happy Valentine's to the most unexpected moment and love one <3
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