my Papa..

i weNt back hOme thiS mOrning, viSited Mama.the sOil haS sinking, and the graveyard waS sO silenT.Mama is dOwn there.and i din spent much time as it s stiLL hurt me of the lOSS and trauma that i m still gOin thru. went back hOme tO Mama s hOuse.silent.i knOw Papa was inside the main bedrOOm naPPing, but i din gO and wake him uP.why..? i m still aSking myself why uP tiLL nOw. lOOked at Mama s stuffS.her pebereT Vantage, her pebereT Corning, her carpeTs.the hOuse was like ransacked by a thieveS.her rOses wilt, her kitchen was in a meSS.i stiLL cud imagine her walking towards me.came out from the kitchen door, wearing batik and tshirt.i miSS her sO much..Ma i miSS yOu. why that Papa muSt got married sO faSt.can t he just spend a lil time mourning..? i hate it each time when i think of it.i know that he needs a companion.but replacing Mama with someone else within 3 months is a lil bit too much.am not hating him, but i dun dare to talk yet to say any words.jus i miSS him too..i miSSS you too Pa.i dun deny that.