One year of pain
Just a year ago, I lost the dearest person in my world, my father. He was everything for me, the security, the happyness , the knowledge and the tenderness. Above all, he was the iron wall that protected me.
After my father's death, our house became inflicted with darkness. Everything changed after that horrible day. I still can't realise that he is not here anymore. I used to ask him questions, and he would reply: "You must search by yourself because you will never remember if i tell you; what we earn easily is also lost easily".
He was a genius and I regret not learning more from him, and now his knowledge is forever lost.
Rest in peace papa, I wish to meet you very soon. I miss you.