When mummy told me that today was her wedding anniversary, it left a bitter taste in my mouth.
I admit, I try not to think too much about my dad. Neither do I want to overdiscuss it with my mum. Because the both of us will just end up crying.
I realise now how l spent 3 years silently tearing, just to break down in class. Memories that would never ever be created with him ever again haunt me. After all this time, I’ve realised:
I picked up the pieces 6 years ago
I held on to them tightly while my hands bled
And now I’m trying to let the pieces go
But I honestly don’t want to
