Noelskie Stories

I am a cheerful child who loves to play, my school journey from Grade 1 to 2 was full of joy, but when i was grade 3, joy turned to sadness like a flip of switch When I was in Grade 3, I was happy at first, but in the middle of the school year, the joy has lost sparkles, because the tree of our family has lost its strongest branch, and i was struggling to stay upright. At first, I had no idea that my dad is already sick. My mom didn't tell me about it, and she would always just say that he was at work, which was why he was always away from home. One day, I suddenly found out that he was now just a memory, tears fell like rain, a deluge of sorrow that wouldn't stop. I didn't go to school for a few weeks, because my grief is a shadow that follows me everywhere, a constant reminder of my pain. Fast forward when I was in Grade 4-5, my classmates who knew what happened would always ask me, what happened, why he got sick, and if I was okay, im not answering does question, like a stone statue, unmoving and unresponsive. Insinde of my heart i still couldn't move on from losing my father, because I didn't even get to talk to him in his final moments.