|Tamara|
After a few days, Dad’s words were still etched in my mind. I can’t help but to give it a thought. His words were truly inviting and he has proven some points that had me thinking through countless of days and nights. But other than that, I am still haunted with hurt and loss. I still cry every night and that’s the truth. I can’t even tell if I was sleeping well for these past nights. No matter how I tried to be strong and keep up with everything, I always find myself at the bed at the middle of the night sobbing. It just always felt like that the tragedy was only, still, yesterday. The scar it left felt very fresh that I couldn’t tell if I’m less becoming emotional. It still hurts like hell.
It was around after dinner when I heard a knock on my bedroom door. I tried clearing
