♪ odi et amo ®

3 weeks left.

each night, sitting next to my Dad, my heart is getting empty. Nothing could describe my feelings in current. I always try to stop my memory flashing back to the time before. I try not to image my Dad’s face in my memory - when he drove me to have breakfast, when he cooked dinner for our family, when he was back to home after having beers with friends, … Despite I have try, at last, I always leave my Dad’s room with red eyes and then, let my tears drop down in my room..

Life is hard sometimes, I know. Luckily yesterday, I had a long conversation with a friend, who passed this hard time long time ago. She’s comforted me a lot.