Dad" I called. My Dad one Saturday morning. I was just five years old by then and a smart kid.

"Yes, my angel. What is it?

"What happened to Mom? Where is she? Why did she leave us?" my dad's mood changed automatically when I asked him that question. As a little girl that I am, I know that something is wrong.

"I'm sorry to ask you that question if it hurt you"

"Don't worry sweetheart, Daddy is fine "

"But you look troubled"

" Yes, because mommy left us to meet God"

"But Uncle Jude said that God is in heaven. Is she also in heaven?"

"Yes, my love"

"But Daddy, what did you do for her to leave us? I want her back. I want to know how she is. If I look like her"

"She's not coming back, my angel. When someone goes to heaven means the person is dead. The person does no longer belong here with us but with God"

"What happened Dad?"

"She died because she was sick "

"Did I look like her?"

"yes, you look exactly like her"

"Please Daddy don't get sick and leave as Mom did."

My Daddy was quiet, he didn't utter a word. He hugged me in tears, petting my back but I was waiting for him to ensure me that he will not leave me in this lonely world. still yet; he didn't utter a word to me. I cried and said

"Daddy, are you going to leave me too? Will you follow Mummy?"

"No, my angel. Daddy will never leave you"

"I love you so much, Daddy"

"Daddy loves you too more than you do"

Sometimes I do wonder what happened. What kind of sickness did she suffer from that doctors can not heal? Doctors and nurses are meant to heal and take care of us.

sometimes, I do pity my Dad, playing the role of both mother and father