The truth is I can't forget the night when you and I talked about camping 10 years ago. It was 8 in the evening, we gathered dried leaves in our garden, put it on fire and you sat on a hammock and I sat adjacent to you facing the bonfire.
The truth is I miss making hot coffee for you early in the morning while you're having a conversation with a friend. Also, the day I gave you a cup which says: "You're my number one super hero!"
The truth is I have always loved giving you a massage before we go to sleep.
The truth is I never liked escorting you to the hospital but I always make sure not to show you my tears whenever I talk to you. Just so you wouldn't feel sad.
The truth is I always cry whenever I visit you in the hospital because I never wanted to see you weak.
The truth is I didn't visit you when you were in ICU because I don't want to see those freaking machines attached to your body.
The truth is I visited you on your last day. I could've said words like " I love you, Papa" but my tears flowed down my cheeks so I never get to open my mouth to say those words. You were sleeping. I was crying.
When I arrived home, Mama and everyone were crying.
I asked why. They said you are gone.
You passed away minutes after I left the hospital.
The truth is I didn't cry the moment they told me that.
I was thinking of a lot of things and didn't know what's going on.
What will happen next?
The truth is I never cried during your funeral.
Not a single tear and I don't even know why.
Maybe because I wanted to be strong for Mama.
I was young back then.
I cry every night.
Because I miss you.
I miss you, Papa!
Though I wasn't able to say those words to you, Papa, you already know how much I love you. You're still my super hero! Be happy with mama and tell her I missed her, too! See you soon! As soon as I'm finished with all my dreams! Guide me always, I know you two are there! :)