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Lil Emily: Her Great Loss

Lil Emily's hair is in a mess;
She took her knife she love best.
"Goodbye ugly hair,"
Under the moonlight she cuts her hair with care.

Lil Emily's hair is now short;
She suddenly misses her hair she once fought.
Soft locks upon her shoulders are now gone,
She made dollies with them until dawn.

Lil Emily can no longer breathe;
Nor can she feel her heart beat.
Lil Emily no longer has the ability to grow;
Now she can only feel cold.

Everyday Lil Emily's grief increased;
She can't get over the fact that her parents are deceased.
She is now alone in this cruel world.
Oh poor Lil Emily; The undead lil girl.

Darkness

Darkness dwells in the hearts of many.
Not everyone has a pure mind.
Not everyone has a pure heart.

We often have ill thoughts about one another;
It just depends on the individual on blurting it out, that's all.

Darkness has long clutched upon my heart.
Darkness has poisoned my mind.
Darkness is now living within me.

I am darkness and darkness is me, we are one.

The Mirror

Maiden sat by the window sit
As the maiden watched the moon rise.
The maiden closed her eyes as the light of the moon touched her skin.
By the window the maiden sat.

Hair as dark as the shadows,
Skin as fair as a snow flake,
Eyes as dark as the moon,
Lips as red as blood.

Aren't you lonely, dear maiden?
In a cold and dark tower
With nothing but the sun and the moon for companions?
Dear lonely maiden.

A cracked mirror in the maiden's drawer,
The only way she sees herself.
So distorted.
So utterly horrible.

I will bring a mirror,
So subtle so precise,
A perfect pane of glass.
So silver, so exact. 

Maiden found a mirror by her window sit;
So cold, so calm , so delicate.
Maiden held the mirror with grace
As she looked into the mirror.

You no longer have to see that distorted figure
That the broken mirror creates.
You will see your beauty every moment you look into the mirror,
As I will finally see maiden's first smile.

Wicked Sin

Take a look around
Tell me what you have found,
For whatever you see
Is nothing more but a twisted version of reality
That you lived in
You wicked sin.

You're forced to believe
In all those lies they weaved.
You were naive
When you felt relieved.
Later you realized you're being deceived
But it's too late so you wallow yourself in grief.

Stop crying.
Stop apologizing.
Start standing.
Start a new beginning.

Erase your memories from so long ago,
Now you're capable of so much more.
Just let go
Now you know what you're here for.

You're suppose to take control of your own life
You're not a dead meat under a butcher's knife.
Stop crying.
Start standing.

Foolish Hero

Do you think you're a hero?

Well, you're not.

How can you save the world

When you can't save yourself?

You'll die out there,

In the real world.

You'll suffer out there,

In the cruel world.

Stop going,

Come back.

Stop walking,

Come back.

I need you,

You need me too.

I love you...

But you don't seem to love me.

Go foolish hero,

Go to your own death.

One less foolish human in the world,

The better it is.

Limerick

The Cracked Mirror 

Drawer lay white cracked mirror 

Which she sees herself day by day

Figure so horrible

It was so terrible

Never in her life she was gay.

Haiku

The Skeleton

In a dark dungeon,

There lies a white skeleton;

So sad, so lonely.

Positive

When darkness arrives,

Keep your face to the sunshine

Shadows you won’t see.

Windspark

A Cat’s Life

I dreamed

I was a cat

On a rooftop,

Silently watching humans.

Proud.

The Sorcerer (Non - Fiction / Short Story)

She slowly danced in the dark night with the moon illuminating upon her. Her dress fluttered softly in the breeze at every turn she took.

Magnificent.

Her eyes were closed and she was absorbed into the music the night forest played for her. But without her knowing, a lone sorcerer was watching her every move, her every steps, her every body coordination.
As the sorcerer saw the beautiful creature dancing gracefully in the night, he could not help but want to keep her all to himself. He was being selfish and he knew it and yet, he didn't care; for such a beautiful creature may be able to free him from loneliness.
He then muttered a spell; casting it over the graceful creature, trying to trap her and make her his. But his spell was cut short when he heard or rather felt the creature moving further and further away from him. He opened his olive green eyes and he was right, she vanished.


But no matter. He knew she would come back as she always did every night.

-

She came back on the following night and she once again danced gracefully under the moonlight. The stars twinkled with laughter and the clouds were gently moved by the wind. It felt as though the whole sky was dancing with her and the moon was her spotlight.

He quickly cast a spell. This time he was prepared and will not hesitate to take her in his clutches. He opened a box that was platted with diamonds and sapphires and many other rare and precious stones that not many could get their hands on them; not even the king.

As soon as he opened the box, a soft lullaby was played and the instant it reached the graceful creature's ears; slowly, little by little, she began to disappear. When the lullaby ended, the dancing creature was gone.
The sorcerer snapped the box shut and walked home, holding back his laughter and excitement.


Dance for me, forever and always.

Never destroyed but forgotten.

-


She was trapped and she was frightened. Not a single light was shed in the darkness.

So dark, so scared.

-


He took the box out from his sleeve and he set it lightly on the table. He then lighted a candle nearby him with just a snap of his fingers. He couldn't hold the excitement in him as he reached towards the box and he opened the box. As soon as the lid was lifted, music filled the still air.

-


Light... Light was filling the dark, dark place; extinguishing darkness itself. Happiness bubbled inside her and she could not help but to dance. But the light wasn't alone, it has brought music along with it.

-


He saw her dance gracefully with the music. Her movements were like liquid, gliding to every corners of the box; not leaving any space out. She then felt as though someone was watching her and she stopped dancing and looked up.


"Oh..." a soft sigh slipped from her lips.


"Dance for me, fair creature," the sorcerer said.


"Tell me, sorcerer, where am I?"


"A place where you'll always be from now on. You're mine as I will be yours,"


"Somehow your words have touched me. Yet you do not reveal your name,"


She saw her captive look up as though he was in deep thought.


"Sebastian," his jaw moved.


-


"Let me out, Sebastian, as I have to return to my family,"

She then saw worried flickered across his eyes.

"Dance for me every time I open this box until I am content. Then, you will be free from me,"

"How long?" her voice cracked as she missed her family.

She saw the sorcerer smiled and closed the box.

"How long?" she cried.


-

Day by day, the sorcerer opened the box without fail. Yet she did a few moves and sat at a corner weeping. He felt heartbroken every time he saw her despair face.

"What despairs you so?"

"I am always coop up in the box and I always look forward to see your face that will appear from the dark and to the day I'm free,"

Her words touched him.

"Why is that I never felt hungry nor thirsty either tired?"

"Magic," he answered.

"Let me free," she begged as tears formed in her eyes.

"But I've come to fall in love with you, how am I able to set you free now? If I do, I might not be able to watch you dance,"

"But I'm too homesick to dance in this box like I've dance in the woods. Set me free, Sebastian. If you love me, prove it to me,"

The sorcerer's heart was torn in two. Yes, he has loved her so. These unusual feelings have developed over the past few months. But if he were to let her free, she might run and never come across back him anymore. But if he were to hold on to her freedom, she might never dance as she used to dance in the woods.

What should he do?

It Was Music (Non - Fiction/ Short Story)

beautiful music played

through the keys of a piano.
long tender fingers glided along the keys
as if they are meant to be there.

it wasn't love at first sight,
no, not at all. 

it was the music that drew my heart. 
it was the music that you played.
it was the music that brought us together.
it was the music that tore us part. 

you were in the music room
which was located at the abandoned side of our school building.

i happened to pass by that room 
because i need some time alone from everything.
i stopped outside the room,
wiping my tears.
your eyes were closed as you lightly hit the keys.
i did not want to disturb you
instead i saw the window of the room open.
i then quickly and quietly went into the next room,
opened the window and the room was filled with the music.
i carried a dusty desk and placed it by the window,
placed my bag down, rest my head and listen to you play.
i closed my eyes and recall what i saw back then.

your hair moved softly along the breeze
that came through the open window.
it was nearing evening 
and your shadow was cast on the open floor.
orange light danced upon the walls of the empty room
and i smiled at the memory.
though it was a brief moment but 
brief was all i needed to soak in everything i saw.

i opened my eyes and noticed the room 
was getting darker and darker.
i quickly stood up and a piece of cloth 
fell onto the floor.
out of curiosity, 
i picked up the cloth and 
found it was a jacket.
not just any jacket; 
it was our school jacket,
a guy's jacket.

i started to panic as it hit me
that you saw me sleeping. 
my face heated up as i quickly rushed home.
i had a sleepless night.
so many thoughts rushed in and out of my mind.
i hugged your jacket close to me and i drifted off to sleep.

the next day in school,
i could not wait until school was over
so i could beat you to the room to place
your jacket on the piano.
i put my right hand in my pocket
and felt the note i wrote to you.

thanks for the jacket 

i then pondered,
thinking if i should put my name in the note
and i made up my mind to just place my initials.
when the last bell rung,
i rushed towards the discard side of the construction
and walked softly on the broken boards.
you weren't there yet, to my relief.
i stood by the door and cautiously walked into the room.
i placed your jacket on top of the piano
and i sat on the chair of the piano.
out of curiosity,
i opened the piano
and idly touch the keys.

ah, it brought back my childhood memories.
a friend i once use to have.
he taught me to play a song and i've cherished 
the moments we had.
i touched the keys and started to play that particular song.
my lips curved slightly upwards as the melody 
filled the room.

after a few minutes,
i got up and left the room.
i went to the other room,
hoping you'll go in the music room
and i would be able to hear you play.
but dusk soon arrive
yet not a note was heard.

i was disappointed. 
i went to take your jacket back.

on the following day,
i did not idle in the music room.
instead,
i placed your jacket on the piano
and went next door.
soon, 
i heard a soft melody playing.
my heart skipped a beat.
and i stayed there until no music were heard.

this went on for many days.
you played the same song over and over
and i hid in the next room,
listening to the music you play 
over and over.

no, i did not get bored of it.
i was grateful for you did not play other songs.

this may sound weird,
but during our school time,
i kept my distance from you 
and watched you from afar.
i then found out your name from your friends.
and that you would be at the school library
every morning before class starts.
sometimes you sleep there
sometimes you read.

how'd i know?
i was there too,
just a couple of desks behind you.
i didn't know you were there at first.
i swear!
i just happened to notice you after the piano incident.

i remember the day you caught me listening to you.
it was so embarrassing!
i dropped a book on the floor in the other room
and i quickly hid in a shelf before you came it.
i closed my eyes, hoping you won't find me.
then i heard a creak and i saw you standing
infront of me.
i saw sweat drip from your hair
and i realized you played the piano after your sports, basketball.

you were panting and i couldn't meet your eyes.
you then stepped a side
so i could get out from the shelf.

that's how we first met 

you smiled at me and went over to take my things.

"excuse me?" i remembered saying this to you.

but you just walked away,
with my backpack and all.
i jogged after you and you went into the next room.
you placed my back on the floor,
next to the piano and you sat down while looking at me.
i couldn't move.
i was stunned.
you then pat on the seat,
asking me to sit next to you.
i felt shy as i sat next to you. 

after a few minutes of silence,
you started to play the piano.
i looked at you and once again,
your eyes were closed.

i too, closed my eyes as i drowned into the music.

"how long?" your first words to me.

my eyes snapped open.
i blushed.

"i think i have an idea.
thanks for giving me back my jacket.
but you didn't have to wash it, 
thanks anyways,"

you stopped playing the piano and looked at me.
you smiled.
my heart skipped a beat.

"wel-welcome," i managed to stutter.

"do you like the piano or it's just this particular song?"

"honestly, i love the piano.
the music that comes soaring out once keys were pressed."

"it seems you know how to play one too,"

you started to play the piano.

"i heard you... from the other room,"

"w-what?" i blushed.

"it wasn't that bad, in fact, i enjoyed it."
you finished the piece.

"i never knew anyone else in this school
enjoys listening to the piano. it seems pop has dominate this school.
glad to have the same kind!"

you kept on talking and i listened quietly.

it was so good to hear your voice.
it's like the melody that came out from the piano itself.

we exchanged names and we agreed to meet up here.
everyday.
after school.

day by day,
we got closer and closer.
you taught me how to play the piece you played
and laughed and told me how cute i was when i was frustrated.
i remember my frustration melted away as soon
as those words left your mouth.

we exchanged numbers.

we texted everyday.

we gradually fell in love.

we dated.

we parted our ways after highschool.

we met again after two years.

you came over to my apartment.
you played the piece again.
you made me fell in love with you all over.
not that i stopped loving you.
you told me you still loved me.
we had a time of our lives.
we woke up side by side.
you kissed me once more.
we laughed.

we dated.

we married.

you died...

it was music that tore us apart 

you were on the way to your music college.
you had a fight there about a music competition.
you lost.
you accused the judge for being bias.
you were angry.
you drove to a pub.
you got drunk.
you drove.
you got into a car crash.
you left me.

it was music that tore us apart 

i felt so torn.

it was music that tore us apart 

i felt so alone.

it was music that tore us apart 

i felt lost.

it was music that tore us apart 
it was music that tore us apart 
it was music that tore us apart 

it has been 10 years now.
nope, i did not remarry.
i still continue playing the piece you taught me.
the one that brought us together.

it was music that tore us apart 

here i am,
by your grave,
telling you the story i've been repeating
for the past 5 years.
since you've passed on actually.
nope.
telling this story doesn't bore me.
i hope it doesn't bore you.

i love you. 

it wasn't music that drew my heart.
it was you

Daddy's Girl (Non - Fiction/Short Story)

Day 1

I’m not sure what happened. All I know is that I’m currently home alone. I’m not sure where mummy and jie jie* are. I’ve already went to their rooms to search for them and I found opened drawers instead; drawers that used to have clothes are now as empty as a an abondon house. I begun to search franticly, trying to find answers to this madness.

Where are their clothes?

Why are the drawers empty?

Where’s mummy and jie jie?

I tried calling both their hand phones but it appeared to be out-of-range, which is weird. I don’t know what to do. I’m scared.

-

A few hours ago, jie jie and I were playing in front of our house. We were gardening; planting flowers of many kinds into the soft earth. We had fun, laughing and singing as we did our little chore. Mummy then came out with a jug of ice cold lemon tea; freshly made. I thanked her and took a huge mouthful of lemon tea, choking as I tried to swallow everything down at once. Mummy scolded me while lightly and steadily hit my back over and over until I managed to swallow and put a sheepish smile on my face. After a few minutes, jie jie and I went back to our house to shower and we fell asleep, side by side, on mummy’s bed. I felt really excited today because daddy was supposed to come home from his long work trip and I couldn’t wait to see him. I then dozed off due to exhaustion.

By the time I woke up, everything was dark and no one was home. Jie jie was no longer sleeping by my side. Like I mentioned earlier, I tried calling mummy’s handphone so many times and yet no one picked up. I don’t know what to do but to turn on the lights in my house. I’ve checked outside and it appears that Jerry, our dog, is too, gone.

Where is he?

-

I cooked instant noodle just now as I waited anxiously for someone to call. I did turn on my laptop but it could not distract me as much. Not only that, it seems as though I was the only one that was online; no one appeared online in my Facebook and it felt as though time has frozen; unable to tick and move like it usually ydoes. My heart could not stop hammering heavily in my chest; so hard it felt as though my heart wanted to break free from the cage it’s been kept with. I played with my food and managed to chew a mouthful of instant noodles. The food did not taste as good as it used to be when mummy is around.

Mummy, where are you?

-

The phone rang just now and it woke me up from my nap. Apparently, I dozed off after eating. The computer gave an eerie glow as it luminate the dark room. I quickly turned on the light; the burst of white temporary blinded me, causing me to see tumbled towards the ringing phone with my eyes shut. As soon as I reached the phone, I quickly answered it but all I heard was statics. It did not make any sense. I felt a familiar cold and distorted feeling going up my spine; causing me to shiver violently. I was afraid. I placed the phone back on the reciever, shaking as I did so. I think I’ll sleep on the couch tonight while waiting for someone, anyone to call.

*Jie jie, a slang to call an older sister.

Day 2

I felt water running down my forehead down to my neck, some went into my mouth and it tasted salty. The saltiness of the water shocked me as I thought I was in the middle of the ocean. My eyes popped open and it took me a second or maybe more to calm the myself down. It then came to me, the disappearance of my mother and sister, the empty drawers, the static phone… I quickly ran to mummy’s room; checking if she was asleep and everything that happened yesterday was nothing but a nightmare. To my despair, mummy was not sleeping on her bed and her drawers were still empty. Filled with remorse, I dragged myself to my bathroom and managed to clean up without shedding a tear. I then sat down at the dining table once more, trying to get hold of the situation I currently am facing. It then hit me, where’s daddy? He was supposed to be home since yesterday!

“Daddy?” I called out, waiting for a reply as I violently push my chair back. Maybe he was in the toilet, showering or something. I didn’t check just now.

-

No one was in the toilet. It was as dry as a bone. I then lay on my parents’ bed; thinking what was going on.

-

I dozed off.

-

I was awoken by the sounds of muttering. It came from outside. It was evening and the sun was setting but it was bright enough for me to be able to see the situation outside. I saw families with luggages and kids holding their mother’s hand. Apparently, they were walking in silence; the adults have grim looks on their faces and 

the children had worry lines across their foreheads.

“Mummy, where are we going?” I heard one of the little girls.

“Somewhere safe,” her mother replied her as she pulled her daughter close.

I wondered what the lady meant by ‘somewhere safe’. Are we not safe right now? What was going on?

I went to the dining room where my laptop was, turned it on and logged into Facebook. Once again, no one was online. No new posts were posted on my Facebook wall even though I refreshed the web page over 

and over. It was in vain.

 -

I then sat on the couch in the living room and switched on the television. Even though my favourite movie, 

The X-Men, was on but it did not do a good job in distracting me from my thoughts.

Maybe daddy’s flight was delayed. But he should have called. He always calls whenever his flight was delayed. Why didn’t he call?

Day 3

I woke up once more and realised that I’ve fallen asleep by the couch. The television was still on and I switched it off, causing silence to once again gain control of the atmosphere. Sighing, I decided to take a nice shower.

-

I did not have the mood to eat instant noodles nor did I have any ingredients to cook. Instead, I toasted myself a slice of bread with cheese on top. Though my stomach constantly cried out for hunger yet I did not bother to silence it with food. Through my hunger, it then hit me, why didn’t I just call daddy? I’m so stupid!

-

I dialled daddy’s number using the house phone while standing.

-

I dialled his number again.

-

Daddy, please pick up.

-

“Hello?”

“Daddy?”

“Kim!”

“Daddy, where are you? You’re supposed to be home by now!”

“Daddy’s flight got delayed, sweetie,”

“When will you be home then?”

“Soon,”

“Daddy, mummy and jie jie are gone,” I started to break down in tears.

“Gone? What do you mean by gone?”

“L-like they vanished into t-thin air. T-their belongings are g-gone,” I sniffed.

“Don’t cry and don’t panic. Did you call them?”

“Yes. No one picked up. D-daddy, I’m scared,” I whimpered as I clutched the phone tightly.

“Don’t worry, sweetie. Daddy will be home,” I heard thunder boomed in the background. “The storm here is 

crazy. It’s been going on for days and daddy is trapped in the airport,”

“Daddy, everyone’s gone. The neighbourhood is empty. Daddy, I’m alone,”

“Okay, listen. Tomorrow, go buy some groceries, okay? Get yourself something nice to eat. Have you 

eaten?”

“Yes,”

“Good. Go make yourself a warm cup of milo and just do what you normally do. Don’t worry, okay? Daddy is going to transfer some money into your account to buy groceries, okay? Don’t cry. Daddy’s going to be home soon,”

“Daddy, I miss you. I’m scared. I want you right now,” my voice cracked.

“I know, darling, I know. Daddy wants to be home too. I’ll try my best, okay, sweetie? I-”

“Hello?”

“Miss...”

“Daddy?”

“Reception… bad…”

“Daddy? I can’t hear you,” I screamed.

“D- home… -oon,”

“Daddy? Please don’t hang up!” I could taste bile at the back of my tongue.

“Love… -ou,”

“Daddy?” I whimpered softly.

“-ception… -ad,”

“Daddy, I love you!” I managed to yell.

“Love… you… too.”

The line was cut off.

My legs felt like jelly and they finally gave way.

I cried while clutching onto the phone.

I frantically dialled his number once more while wiping my tears.

-

“Hello?”

“The number you have dialled is not reachable. Please try again later,” went the robotic female voice.

Day 4

I went to the ATM machine today and found out daddy banked in RM500 into my account. I remembered smiling as a tear rolled down my cheek.

-

Driving through the neighbourhood is like driving through a ghost town. There was not a single car on the road as I drove to the grocery shop. Thank goodness it was only less than 5 minutes away. As soon as I reached my destination, I saw nothing at the car park; literally nothing. I parked at the nearest parking possible to the entrance and walked into the shop.

-

My shoes echoed throughout the whole place and I realised I was alone. I saw things all over the floor and it took me a moment to realize people have been here, ransacking whatever they can get hold off. I pushed a trolley and slowly made my way to each aisle, deciding what to take and what to not take.

-

I unloaded 5 trolleys worth of groceries into my car without paying a single cent. Who was there to pay anyways? Not only I took food such as vegetables, meat and so on but I took toiletries as well; shampoos, conditioners, toothpastes, toothbrushes and many more.

-

It took me quite a while to unload everything into the house. By the time I was done, it was already evening and I happily cooked myself a nice meal that contained rice, fish and egg.

-

The phone rang.

-

“Hello?”

“Kim?”

“Daddy?”

“It seems daddy has to stay here a little longer,”

“Why?”

“The storm has not lightened up,”

“Oh. Daddy, I went grocery shopping today,” I said happily.

“Good girl!”

“I’ve got a lot of things and restocked our fridge. I even got a lot of sodas for you; to celebrate your 

homecoming!”

“That’s my girl!”

“Daddy,”

“Hmm?”

“Will you be home tonight?” I whispered.

I heard a sighed.

“It might take a while, darling,”

“Daddy, I miss you,” my voice cracked.

“Daddy misses you too,”

“I’ve started to write a diary,”

“What a way to spend your time,”

“Well, it’s one way to let time pass,”

“Kim,”

“Yes, daddy?”

“Daddy loves you, okay?”

“I love you too, daddy,”

“I promise to be home,”

“And I promise to be home when you’ve arrived home,” I smiled through my tears.

“Pinky promise?”

“Pinky promise. Daddy, promise me you won’t disappear like mummy and jie jie,”

“Daddy promise if you promise to keep the house clean by the time I’m home,”

“I promise,”

“Good girl,” I heard a thunder rumbling in the background. “Daddy has to go now, okay?”

“What? Why?”

“The storm is awful and I can’t hear you clearly,”

“Daddy?”

“I- see… ou… ater, sweetie,”

“Daddy! Don’t go!”

“…ove you,”

“Daddy?”

No answer.

“Daddy?”

Silence.

“Daddy? Please answer me,”

A steady beat was heard.

“Daddy… I love you. Please come home.”

Day 5

I swept and mopped the floor, wiped the windows and dust every corner of the room. Daddy will be 

pleased.

-

I showered.

-

I ate.

-

I read a story book.

-

I waited.

Day 10

Still no sign of daddy but I kept doing my house chores. I learnt how to use the washing machine and hung my clothes. I tried very hard to push the thought of my mummy and jie jie abandoning me.

-

I tried called daddy once more. It was in vain.

Day 20

So far, I’ve read almost 10 novels and tried calling daddy again; been doing that for days now and still no one picked up. I tried calling mummy, too, but no one picked up as well. It’s time to clean the house.

Day 30

The electricity is gone. However, there’s still water running in which I’m really grateful. I have to save the gas though. I must cut down on my meals and only eat for lunch. There is still a lot of canned food in the pantry but I was worried about the gas. I went to do grocery shopping again. This time, I got candles and matches as well as torch lights and batteries. I need them for the night. My sleeping time is at 6 in the evening now since it’s still bright outside and it will be a hassle to walk around in the dark. I have to hand wash my clothes now, to conserve the water. Everything is getting tough but I will not stop writing in my diary.

Day 49

Sleeping in mummy and daddy’s room has been a temporary paradise for me every night. I am able to smell their scent and it makes me feel as though they are with me. Daily routine was done was again. The floor has been swept and the shelves have been dusted.

Day 58

No one picked up the phone once again. I’ve been using my hand phone to call daddy since the electricity has gone out. Thank goodness the air is cool. I don’t know how I would have survived without the cold night air.

Day 65

My phone ran out of battery and there is no way of charging it. Then again, the reception has gone down these few days. But I would not leave the house since I’ve promised daddy I would be home when he comes home. No matter how long it takes. I’ll be here to welcome daddy with open arms.

Day 100

I’m trying very hard to conserve the water. Thank goodness for water tanks being installed in the house! I’ve cut down from showering everyday to once every 2 days. I need the water so daddy is able to shower once 

he got home.

If he gets home.

Day 101

I didn’t know what possessed me into writing that. Daddy will come home. He promised me, right?

Day 289

I need a sign. Any sign. I’ve been sitting in my room the whole day while looking out at the empty road. Hoping to see a car, any car!

Day 400

I’m alone. I’m scared. Where are you, daddy? I miss you.

Day 500

You’ve promised me. I’ve kept my end of the bargain and you’re nowhere to be seen.

Day 630

I haven’t been eating these few days. I need to keep those foods to prepare a wonderful feast when daddy comes home. I can’t wait to see daddy’s face. I’ll give him a nice, warm hug when he comes home.

Day 678

I’m so hungry. I’m so thirsty. I’m so alone. Where are you, daddy?

Day 690

I stink from not showering. My strength has begun to fail me and I could no longer keep the house clean. I’m sorry, daddy, for not being able to keep the house clean when you come home. I tried. There’s food for you in the fridge but I think it’s rotten now since the fridge is not working anymore.

Day 700

Daddy, this may be my last entry.

Remember this, daddy, I love you and I hope you forgive me for not being able to welcome you home properly. I still wait the day you come home and give me back my securities. I do not have the strength to write any more.

I love you…

Author's note:

I've written this down when I was having a nightmare. I've never lost anyone as dear to me as my family members before and to experience this was excruciating. I understood what it felt like to have someone close to you to be gone; disappeared to be exact. By having this dream, it opened my eyes and it showed me that I should value my family members more, appreciate the things they've done.