I never got the chance to know you even though you were there for me.
Someone asked if I missed you but I didn't answer. I walked away and whispered... so much...
When you were alive, I would always come home too tired to even say hello. You would be in your usual chair with a copy of the papers, I think Straits Times or something. When I was done with my showers, you would have warmed dinner up for me. But I usually left it untouched and dived into paperwork. The mornings would be same with a warm cup of drink ready for me to start the day before I left with a quick goodbye.
Nowadays the table stays empty.
I miss you dad.
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