Father's Day
I was just 3 years young when he went to his account, during my school days, I asked myself what would he be like if he is with us, would he allow me to get up 2 a.m or 4 a.m weaving mat before I leave for school?, would he allowed staying up till midnight doing my homework or reviewing at the same time weaving mat? or would he be like other father with so many vices? Our mother never uttered us a single story about him, just from hearing people. They said that he was a good and responsible one. Maybe we wouldn't have experienced skipping meals, perhaps I was able to enjoy my childhood days just like other kids, like other kids who were not worried when they were playing, not worrying from being get scolded by their grandmother and mother, it seemed like playing time was being deprived of me, or should i say my playing time was weaving mat(our livelihood). I confess I envious those kids who're life easier than us. Our Father's death maybe was untimely, maybe my mothe