My father, my love

I am talking about universal love. Love between parents and their children, love between a child and a goldfish, love between two persons.

I had a close relationship between my father. He is a respectable man, stern and strict towards me. He is quiet man, but he speaks words of wisdom. I find myself closer, in terms of characters, to my father. I feel attached to him, yet I am very independent. It is a spiritual connection that I feel- something that is different and unusual compared to my relationship with my mother. Thus, hard to describe.

My father often discusses with me about wonders of life, about my future, about his future and about his sons. I listen to him intently and also offer my views in return as he nods a little, conveying his agreement. This is our serious moments. Hard to believe, but I played with my father a lot. We had our weird humors, as we giggled and chuckled like thieves counting money in the dark over the table. I remember he used to wrapped me in his arms when I was little, and rub his face in mine with his stubs. I know my father loves me a lot, because of his trust.

While having our dinner served yesterday, my younger brother was sitting between me and my father. I looked at them as they chuckled like children with their jokes. I could only manage to smile a little and look away. It hit me suddenly that I am growing at a fast pace, but I miss everything that we had. I know he still loves me, but where did our jokes go now? Could it be a sacrifice to my adulthood? It concerns me, as my brows furrowed.

I questioned myself for what I have lost. And I grew restless as my mood darkened. Water is deep, and strong wind causes uproar and turmoils. I blamed myself for whatever that happened, and I was not very happy with them. And then I was reminded of something, or rather someone. Love stayed where it was. But the actions are transferred to someone else. Just that simple.

I am a happy person. I hope you all are.