since my father’s fatal car’s accident. it means that i’ve been living only with my mother for that much years…
i can’t remember him much, except some of the precious moment at an airfield (he was an hang-glider pilot), my 3rd birthday and others that just like a snapshot in my brain.
i don’t know if i missed him or not, because i just don’t know him well enough. but i believe that i love him and tonight i will send my best prayer to him. may God bless him…
do you know your father well?
how funny life can be, dican. as a matter of fact i can't imagine what living with a father is like… but it turn out to be okay for me somehow. well, it's a funny life after all.
Yeah. Pretty well. And I honestly can't imagine what living without a father is like.