Sometimes…
I wanna ask God —
is He messing with me?
'Cause what do You mean
other people can get whatever they want,
And all I want
is for my father to come back?
But I can't get that.
Because You took him.
I just want to live a normal life —
the one where my parents pamper me,
love me,
prepare the food I eat,
and worry about my health.
I just want someone
to take care of me when I'm sick,
when I'm alone.
And sometimes,
I just wanna ask…
Why can You be so unfair?
Why make me feel guilty
for feeling sad,
for missing someone
I can never have back?
I know—
I know other people face harder problems,
but this pain?
It's mine.
And it's heavy.
I just miss my dad.
I want him back.
To cook for me,
to love me,
to care for me —
like he used to do.
I miss him.
I don't want much.
I don't need the world.
But please,
can I at least…
have him back?