My father's arm were wrapped around me in a warm comforting hug. He was playing with my hair because he know i love that little gesture and it helped me relax while i was running a hand through his beard. Usually, after a long day at work and school, we stay in my room either sharing the funny or weird moment of our day, talking about the future or just enjoying each other's company and finding the comfort in the silence. The room was quite dark, but the dim light highlighted my father's face. He looked so strong, yet so tired.
He looked so wise yet as innocent as a little child.
Wrinkles around his face and a few white hairs here and there, i realized that my father is getting older by the minute.
I look deep into his bright green eyes, that somehow haven't lost a bit of their glow, searching, never really knowing what I'm searching. I see a lot. Love, compassion, sadness, warmth, tiredness, and also happiness.
So many different feelings, that you can see, in a blink of an eye.
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The Unknown Part Of My Life
Non-Fictiondon't keep your emotions bottled up, always unleash all your thoughts
