The Woman Of My Father

This house supposed to be a home. Our only place. But turns out as just a place for eat and sleep. For my mom, maybe a little housekeeping things too. But for me and my sister, more likely a dorm.

A dorm of three rooms. Three persons trapped inside of a building, thankfully it has a beautiful garden, the only heritage gift from my grandma, dad's mom. And just like that, since my dad passed away, this house is not only lost it's chief, captain, headmaster, or Dean, but also it's cherishes.

My dad, he loves us, but it's just the basic instinct of bunch of woman that we hate sharing. So here I am, having my dinner-in-bed in front of our family photograph.