That night, I had a dream. A dream which I didn't want to wake up to. A dream I wished it was reality as the man smiling back at me was my father.
I slowly reached out to him and cupped his jaw. He felt real and alive.
"Father," I called out softly.
I missed him. Even if this was just a dream, I was glad to see his smile once again.
"Are you happy with mother now?" I asked, but he was just smiling.
He sure was. I'm relieved.
As I was staring at him, his lips parted and mouthed something I failed to hear.
"What, Father?" I asked, but he just smiled and slowly faded.
"No…" I called out, trying to hold on to him, but to no avail.
Slowly, I opened my eyes while panting. Yet, I reckoned I'm still in a dream, as what graced my eyes was a beautiful sight to behold.
Long eyelashes, narrow pointy nose, delicate lips. With the argent hair falling freely on his forehead, covering his brows.
How dazzling.
