Where is he when I need him?
This question always come to mind,
When I think of my father
And how it seems he’s not mines.

He’s not the father figure that I remember.
The one…that one that would always be there
to help you through life,
but indeed…this is real life.

Practically, in his eyes, I no longer exist.
No more meaningful “I love yous,”
And father son time, he misses.
So really without my mom, I’ll be all alone…
WHERE IS MY FATHER WHEN YOU NEED HIM??

I even asked the big guy upstairs this question many times.
Many times… I fail to get an answer….
I believe he was taken from me for a purpose,
but I not yet know this purpose.
I can’t say it’s unfair, and I do not deserve it
Because at least my dad’s living.
There’s people out there, whose father is dead,
And at home suffering,hurting…