It was when it's raining. When my dad decided to let go of my mother. He let her go because of me. Because he needs to choose between my mother and I.
Yeah, it hurts but not so much. She hurt my father more than I am. More than she can feel when we left her.
It was raining.
"The storm is enjoying my feelings now. It can understand my feelings. I love this storm."
It was the first sentence my father said when we left mom. He thinks it's raining because of his tears. Because his crying.
"No. It's just the rain of blessings. You know that, dad? It says blessings for a new tomorrow. It says, your decision is right. It's not a storm. It's just a rain."
He stopped and smile. A bitter one.
"Rain? No, it's not. It's a storm for me. All for me."
