PLEASE NEED SOMEONE TO TELL ME IF I AM WRONG?
why? why? why Me? why do i have to face this? Every time i tell myself that it is gonna be alright. i tell myself to just keep the head high and remember that this is not permanent,then try to smile even when i am broken. “I HATE MY PARENTS”. today i feel so lucky are the the children who are born orphans. Today i feel so lucky are the children who lose their parents at a tender age. All i want is for my parents to realize before they die that the have never ever been their for us.
DAD i still don’t know what that word means rather i just don’t get it when I look around and see girls holding their dad’s finger and feel secure. Dad’s eye full of pride, love and contentment when they see their daughter as a bride on her wedding day. Dads playing and smiling at their daughters, throwing them high up in the sky only to catch her again laughing full of happiness. Dads who are on the verge of panicking when they see their daughters sick. Dads who go up to their daughters and hold her when he sees her crying. Looking at all i this i get more confused about the true meaning of a FATHER.
Aren’t dad their to whom we have to beg for every single thing? right from going out with your friends just for a movie to begging him to attend your marriage. Aren’t dad their who literally leaves you all alone on the aisle on your big day so that he can show it to the world that we have a broken family. Aren’t dad their who lets you down in front of your husband and in-laws? Aren’t dad their to ruin the only best thing you have in the world (your love)? Aren’t dad their to be selfish, cold and a reason for grief. If not than who is this stranger who claims that he is my dad from last 23 years of my life. Please someone tell him to go away, to leave me all alone so that i can be happy, i can be loved, i can be cared for. He is destroying every hope in me to be happy
I tried to find my father in that mud Idol in the temple. who is sitting there with a warm smile on his face. I tried to look for that affection in that painted eyes. I somewhere felt that he smiles at me every time i meet him. He listens to me when I talk and talks back when i pray. Have or had (don’t no) an undying faith that he is my father. He is the one who gave me birth, he will do anything like other fathers to make me smile. Am i wrong?