I remembered the hands that used to massage me in times when my knees were in angusih pain from over-calcium intake.
I rememberd the eyes that used to critic fashion style I would be involved in.
I remembered the nose that used to smell my sweat after playing, considering my scent as sweet, even though I am perfectly aware of my sourness.
I remembered the ears that used to listen to my petty dilemmas about the things I demand to have.
I remebered the lips that used to tell me stories about kids who learn values through fanstasy. It used to sing to put me to sleep.
I remembered this all. But I especially remembered the face that held those.
I remembered; for it will always be a part of me, evident with my genetic structure, proven by the blood flowing through my veins. It is a fact I cannot erase.
I remembered; for in the every time reality hits me, my memories will serve as my comfort knowing that somehow, I had been loved.
I remembered; for my father.
I will remember, for me.
