Tonight, it marks 12 years... 12 years when I last felt warmth of my father.
I remember it so clearly, carved into my head how it all happened. It was so sudden, no sickness... no issue at all. But it exploded like a bomb on us at the night before Eid.
It's been more than a decade yet, I feel so scared about my family. I feel like watching them all, or at least know about their wellbeing before sleeping. It's like I'm traumatised because of this loss. The biggest regret... I couldn't even meet him that day because of some reasons.
I pray you won't have to feel this pain. It's a big hole, for real.
Sorry for ranting, but I wanted to pour it all out, not knowing where to, I came here. Because you are my second family, but if it bothers any of you, please ignore it ♡