Pa,
Naeem is 3 now.
Cheeky and he looks like me.
Probably a mixture of me and Kak Ngah but he have this cheeky smile that he thinks that he could get away with anytime he was being naughty.
He'd be your another sweetheart and I know for certain, you'd spoiled him.
I missed you today.
and it just sucks I'm not able to talk to you.
They said, let everything go. I found it hard to do but I swear did my best.
I'm still trying though. probably ain't enough.
Pa, you used to tell me not to worry about things for if they are meant for me they will return definitely.
The thing is, I'm so used of things being taken away that I doubt anything would stay.
I miss home, and that means it's you and mama.
you're my home. now that both of you are gone, I've been roaming around.
Lost.
I don't feel like I belong anywhere.
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