“Dad, why didn’t you think
of getting married again?” I asked my Father. My Father looked at me in the eye
and then he pulls my arm and gave me a tight hug. I can hear his heartbeat. I
can feel the warm breath of my father. I feel so secured when I feel his arms
wrapped around me. My father answered, “Because I already have you around,
loving you is enough my child”. I gave
my father a wide smile and a kiss on his cheeks. “I love you Dad!”
I suddenly snap out from daydreaming when the bus conductor
asks for my ticket. I realized that every time I go home from work riding a bus
always takes me back in time. I always looked outside the sliding window and it
serves like a slide show bringing back all the memories that I had from the
past. The best story of my life was
being raised by a wonderful person; a person who I knew was my father. I can’t
deny the fact that somehow a part of me reflects how he has raised me. I was
never her biological daughter, but I never felt that I was different.
The bus conductor gave me my ticket. I lay my back on the
chair and watch the same view outside the window. My father’s memories started to appear again....
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