We are In the Same Boat

   The smell of fresh chrysanthemum, roses and incense sticks. I stepped into the house I have been visiting since my teenage years did not seem to be as warm as it used to feel. I had a bouquet of chrysanthemum flowers in my hand itself. My eyes roamed all over the porch looking for that few familiar faces I used to adore in that house. One face was calmly sleeping in the coffin. So much of quietness he had within him just like how he used to be when he was still with his wife and children.

   I spotted the girl I was looking for. All pale and tired trying to get hold of the chaotic scene in the house. Weeping mother and siblings. I can see her trying to hold herself strong when all she wanted to do was to break down and cry. Her eyes met mine. Trust me, I literally heard you whisper to me, "We are in the same boat now".

   All I wanted to do was to hug her as strong as I could and tell that this too shall pass on and that her father has brought up a strong daughter who is brave enough to overcome anything in her life. I had so much trouble gathering the right words to tell you. Deep down I knew saying lines such, "please don't cry and I am here for you" will not soothe you at all. Yes! we are all here. We can all share your sorrows. We can motivate you. But I know even a thousand of us cannot replace that first love of yours. Your King.

   I am certainly aware of the struggle you are ought to go through. What doesn't kill you makes you stronger. All I see is a potential young woman ready to pull the burden of a family and I know for sure you are going to be a role model for many. Cry a river, build a bridge, get over it and always remember whatever he has said to you and live a life the way he wanted to...