The past few days, i am reminded of a story i read a long time ago,
about a girl sobbing as she hugged her dad goodbye at the airport.
She was leaving for her studies, and knew she could not afford to come home to visit.
She knew the only time she'll be back, was going to be for her dad's funeral.
I do not know if my memory has tweaked the story fairly recently or that was how the story was originally presented to me.
Nonetheless.
I am the girl,
who did not even make it back for her dad's funeral.
whose tears and laughter now come habitually natural to her.
who reminds herself she's not only doing this for herself.
I am the girl, who still needs her father.
The daughter, whom God has assured at innumerable occasions.
You are not alone.


