1976 + 1977 + 2002 + 2023 = 21
Everyone been telling me how resembled I was to him. How my face structure to his, my height, my size, my behaviour, interests...
Hitting in theatre was one of his favourite thing. Singing, acting, and dancing was his youth. But never was he could be seen as a star.
There are some people telling me that I could be way prettier, fairer, taller and skinnier. And sadly, I agreed. I kept telling God how much I missed him, and He did gave me way to remember his presence, which in those whole structures that I hate.
The way I smiled, laugh, behave, eyes, tone, height, size. It was from him into mine. How ungrateful I was.
For all this time, am I lying to myself that I am missing him?
I don't really resemble my mom since she's fairer, taller, prettier in anyway, my sister and brother did looking like her more than me.
But I love every of us in anyway.
Please stop asking me to change myself. I don't have memory of my dad anymore, I only have myself at this point.
- in whatever name you know me from.
YOU ARE READING
Diary by Annz
PoetryJust my diary that I post, some of them just my emotional feeling just like you are Dear Diary By - Annz Eyra
