I Am Tired of Being Lonely All the Time
my name is ami..(its fake)..my dad expired when i was 4 yrs..i still remember the day..its so clear..vivid.. my dad worked on a ship which traveled between maldives and other countries..(i am from maldives).. he was on that danm ship when he died..he fell from somewhere...-i guess its very high- and passed out..i mean he was unconscious.. the people on the ship never cared..and after very very long time..they took my dad to a hospital..(they were near brazill).. dad was still breathing when they took him to the ER of the hospital..after sometime they brought the dead body of him..there were many stiches..like they have done a surgery on him...i don't remember my dad...my sister have a photo of him..thats the only photo we have...i know nothing about him..
after that my mom worked hard to fullfill our needs..no one helped us..not even my uncle..(he still doesn't talk to us..anyways i hate him) so we lacked parental support and love..i never thought of my dad...but when i started growing up..i cry and cry untill no more tears will come..i was depressed all the time..and no one cared for me..and then i came to male'(capital of maldives) for my secondary years of studies..i was left with people i call sisters-but they turn out to be animals-...
now i am 16 yrs old and 13 years since my dad's death..i still can't accept it..from a corner of my heart, i still believe that he will come one day, hug me and say "daddy's back...honey"...
