APRIL

(This post has no offense to those who were born on April, every month has meaning for every different people).


April has different kind of meaning for me.
My lovely dad passed away on April.
So what do you think I'm supposed to do?
I feel bitter every time this month come.
I count every day to his death day and flashback to when it was on April 2000.
Because on April 1st 2000, I still had a father.
He was healthy, all was safe and sound.
I can't help to replay all the bad memories back on my head.
Each day on April kill a little part of me.
It's just, I wish it would stop at some point.
But in the same time, I also wish it wouldn't.
April will always be my Achilles heels.
On April I'm an 8 years old girl.
On April I remember how my Dad died.
On April I wish he didn't die.
On April I miss my Dad.
More, more, much more than any other time.

But please.
Don't tell me not to.