Lone

I had been living my life alone since my best friend (my dad) left us 2weeks before I turned 16 and at that time, my relationship with mum wasn't good enough. My mum struggled to finish me off my SPM. Of course, things are getting much better now. Gosh, how time really flies. I used to talk it all out from my heart, everything spontaneously to my dad. Be it home work, organ lesson, boys in the tuition class, badminton class, a new Kiko dress that I wanted to have at Super Kinta (anyone still remember this complex?). I like to disturb him when he was at his desk doing his paper works and that desk is still at home, looking obviously old! Let me tell a secret here, dad was the one who bought me my first very sanitary napkin at the age of .. I'm not gonna tell this though, oh please.

I came across with many cars with number plat of 5266, my dad's car used to be 5266 too. That was the reason why I wanted to write down to remember today. It flashed me with my dad images while driving, those days when he used to hold my hands while crossing the road, sitting next to me practising organ, teaching me how to play badminton patiently. Those were some beautiful moments. Then he seems like talking to me but nothing can be heard. Sad but life goes on, I kept on moving before someone honk me.

His leaving had brought such an enormity of what had happened to me. Lone.