A letter to my 👨

lf heaven had a call centre, l would dial daddy s digits every single day. l envy the father and daughter dance because l never got a chance to have one. talk about the worst holidays "Fathers day", such a petty way of feeding my anger. l only carry a bag full of memories but it's not enough thats a tough pill to Swallow!!! l despise the way they pretend to care, it's not that simple like a dimple smile!!! The assignment is clear, once the job is done, life goes on and your demise becomes a scary subject Nobody wants to talk about your good deeds any more. When they chit chat about you, it feels like a buzzing noise, honesty nothing makes sense. l hate to see mother cry herself to sleep everyday, she is a victim, widowing is senseless like a headless chicken. Your demise was world war one, the second one happens in our minds. emotional termites feed on us, everyday we are presented by treacherous grenades. The landlines of betrayal are set everyday, carefully waiting to blow us up. l sometimes polish your armour, hoping that one day you could come and throw us a peace party!!