Last time I
dream of my late father is on his funeral. It was him and me trying to get out
from some sort of cave. We both climbing on a slippery rocks, he handed me a
rope, asking me to grab it, but I fail. I fail and I fall…
17 years, not a
single dream of him, makes me think that he might have forget me, or maybe he
wants me to forget him.
But last night,
I dream of him. He and my family visit me at the hostel, not talking at all,
instead he give me the sweetest smile – a smile the I miss so much that I could
be dying to see it. Then my mom tells me that they’ll come again tomorrow,
after my exam.
But tomorrow
come with a disappointment. Everyone is here, but my father. I try to contact
him but I could not find his number in my cell phone. Then, I start to cry….
I wake up and
realize it just a dream, and then I cry…..
