An Afternoon To Remember

Dreamt of my dad. Dreamt that I was in the living room of our former maisonette and kept hearing knocks on my room's window from upstairs. Went upstairs, saw my dad right outside my window, opened my window, held his hand, led him in, hugged him while crying. He didn't say anything, just kept smiling and stroking my hair, comforting me as I cried in his embrace. We broke the hug and through my teary eyes I could see a blurred vision of him smiling, that very cute smile on that very serene face with his cute circled spectacles. Then I woke up. Cried in bed for a good 15 minutes before walking to my parents' wardrobe to pick out that maroon shirt he wore in my dream. Hugged that shirt, sat on the floor of my living room now with photos of my dad placed in front, continued crying. I knew that was one of my dad's favourite shirts. He wore it very regularly. Sure that his scent was still lingering on that shirt, I sniffed it. And continued crying. 

I must have gave my mum quite a shock when she walked out of her room, fresh from her shower all ready for work, but greeted by the not so pretty sight of distraught me seated cross-legged on the floor in full-blown sobs. Pretty sure she was ridiculously late for work since I held her back for quite a bit, me needing a lot of calming and soothing. We talked, we cried, I think probably for another 45 minutes or so, before snapping back to reality. She still needed to go to work as I too needed to start preparing for mine.

Thank you for visiting me, papa. I'm sure we both regret never developing much of a father-daughter skinship so thank you, for relieving me of this regret albeit in my dreams. I love you very much, I hope you can see it now from wherever you are.