Know No Distance

I got home and saw the wilted money plant on my television cabinet. I was so busy with work trying to make a living for myself that I forgot to take care of the living thing in my own space. I cleared the jar, washed it and carefully placed it in the shelf. I know I was not going to have any more plants in my house. I would not have the responsibilities of taking care of them.

Tears rolled down my cheek. Missing someone who was dead seemed easier compared to missing someone called your own staying in the same city as you. A post I saw earlier on Instagram bothered me so much; "Every girl loves her dad so much because she knows at least one man would never break her heart."
Such a big fat lie.

The man whom I called dad all my teenage years now does not even reply my texts anymore. A few Father's Days have passed by so far, and I did my daughterly duty of sending him wishes every year. Every single time someone walked over me, I would run back to my daddy like a little girl calling him again and again sending him messages non-stop. But all I got in return was a tick and my screen displaying "call forwarding".

Every day, I tried my best not to hate him because I loved him so dearly that I could take a bullet for him. I justified his acts in the name of love. I don't know how many kids can digest the fact that their father was married to a woman younger than his own daughter. Neglecting his own  As I grew up, a lot of things taught me not to trust men in my life. Unluckily, most of the lessons came from my own dad.

I missed hearing his voice.
I missed having his hand rubbing my head like a little kitten.
I missed talking about school to him.
I missed holding his hand and walking to the shop.
I missed learning the football rules from him.
I missed having him to take my report card in school.
I missed having him in my convocation.
I missed every basic thing a daughter should get.
I missed the way he would smell after work.

I broke down into tears when I realized that I actually had a father whom I missed. Thinking of those kids out there who have no idea about their dads and how they looked like made me realize my blessings. Even at this point of my life, my dad has taught me a lesson; Recognize Your Blessings Before They Vanish.

For the distance growing between us, the stronger will be the love I have towards you.