The Life and Times of S

His Cherished One

I am the youngest of three children in my family. You know how it is with youngest ones. Spoilt. Nevertheless, adored.

My Dad calls me his Cherished One. He calls me almost everyday. I know he misses me terribly. But he won't say it because he's embarassed to. And I know why he hangs up so quickly. So I wouldn't know he is silently crying.

It's been five years and it still happens everytime we speak.
It's been five years and I know it still breaks his heart.

And to tell you the truth, it breaks my heart a little too.

posted by S @ 3:44 PM