Ten years ago, I was an eager child which look forward to celebrate every weekend with my family. Be it out shopping outings or at home playing and having fun just with each other’s presence. Right until a-person-once-very-special-and-dependent-on decided to leave the family whom I called dad. Today marks another special occasion, Father’s Day. A day which I do not want or wish to spend with him anymore because I no longer fall in love with the same person as I did ten years ago. As much as I know mum hates his guts, I hate his ego more. He is just merely, a person who shares the same DNA with me which I would not want him in my graduation, my wedding, my first born child party. NONE.
I might be all happy and bubbly about it, yes, I do not mind speaking about him but he is not worth my effort to think of. I thought I would still love him after the separation, but then came the divorce, the marriage he had with the person that destroyed the-once-very-happy-family, the birth of the two innocent girls.
Now, he is just a person who calls me once a week if I’m lucky to check on me. It gets fake and predictable as time comes along with the same old questions and pretentious love he tried to pour with advices and caring words. Who I have become today is partly of his doings. I am not here to blame him, I am here to remind myself never ever to hurt another person or family like that ever. Happy Father’s Day, not.
A family affair in Penang few weeks back celebrating his birthday.
