13

13 years seem a lot of time.
It's a very long time, indeed.
Everyday I pray that this is only a dream.
That I will wake up one day finding my dad is just sleeping in the room next to mine.
Or that I was just asleep on the train our way back from amusement park.
Or anything, but just tell me one thing: tell me that my dad is not dead.

I love him with the whole of my heart, every then and now.
I miss him everyday since 13 years ago.

Today is the day when he was dead.
I don't know if I'm supposed to not remember today, but I always do.
And I can't imagine the year when I forget that 25 April is the day when my life fell apart.
I hope I never will.

And today, the 13th of 25 April.
And today, I remember you, like I always do.
I love you dear father, forever and always.