Daddy, Where are you going dad?
"Daddy, I go there?". Dad went but remains in my heart was right, lift the wings for flying in dreams, to the wide open sky.
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I like writing, so my mom bought me a beautiful book, and I wrote the diary, writing about my sulking, sitting next to his friend, the friend's secret baby ... So many things secret I have posted it. One day storms, desks of the rain water, clean published books for children, and read these lines unhappy argues that:
"Why are not you add a movie to watch TV too? The new 11, I considered my work, anybody have any affect? Today mom came home from work late that I was not cooking, only a little bit messy, so that her mother scolded her for? Late dinner is okay, despite what her mother busy at anything. What I wish her the very rich to have nice clothes as you, and so much more ... teddy bear. "
His father quietly read the guestbook without realizing that I was standing outside the door peeking dad, dad wrote: "Then there is this large will understand just how much my parents love you" on the last page, and put it on her husband books. Con foolish not understand, just find embarrassing, it's diary hidden in vaginas more.
Once you have captured a small bird, the little house eager to make a beautiful bird.
"I intend to do with the bird?"
"I'll make a castle for it, it will not need to go anywhere for food, which play with the children here."
"It should be free but the children can not be. Just like children, and someday I will have to take off, get the sky to find their own ".
Daddy
I listen to dad, drop the bird flew up into the sky a deep blue. Children naturally happier, more relieved.
When the second grade, I saw a lot of preparation father belongings in suitcases, the innocent question:
"Daddy, I go there?"
"I'm going to buy candy colors for you, green, red, and pink which I like more."
That day was young too, I felt just naive published abroad that are going out somewhere, and will buy gifts for kids. Dad went to check the export of labor money to build his house. The house was made of brick lime day, every rainy season is how much the leak site, the squirming enough for that brass pots to collect rain water out. Life with dad now missing familiar silhouette with the lightning sees empty. Two sisters evening which also sat at the gates and down the line looking back and forth, waiting for her mother and began to imagine what dad is doing now. And 5 years have passed over it.
Date announced for dad was surprised to see the two brought more mature then. Then one day, I asked:
"Daddy, I go there?"
"I go to Libya"
"Recently published not huh?"
"It's in a place far, far away, in Africa mechanical advantage. In addition it includes the desert. "
After nearly a year, things did not go well, the Libyan war, all workers must return home. Dad went with a big boat that take months, no negative credit promoted. Both my parents worried, nervous watching the news, sometimes watching the weather forecast announced wondered ship through the storm there was not. A month lasts almost forever. Many times awake in a dream when wet pillows, baby sitting cower and cry, muttering: "Oh Specifically, specifically bless my dad, I did not want to announce it." Dream announced just go away gradually, the run chase, run forever, but do not come, then sank in the dark, can not determine the direction. Sometimes it is a big ship sunk storm came in swimming. Then there was the time I lost on the thousands of people from the ship to which can not find anywhere ... I fear announced by a voice, "What if ...". Finally the father also, in the happiness of the burst. Dad tells how many things happened along the way run accident, the ship again. My greatest joy is then returned to a healthy father reunited with family.
Dad still says: "My parents adopted two children wished for the child later passed the education, skilled craft to escape the hardy life as parents. I remember so well in school, it was to reward merit and parents. "I remember the words of the book on the past, "Then this big announcement will understand how much I love you." I've been really obnoxious, selfish mistake when responsible parents. Price as before I can think about it, it will not be a dad and heartbreaking.
"Daddy, I go there?"
"I go to Qatar."
"There really severe weather, sir, is not cool anywhere near the coast of Libya by man. With both now declared no longer fit anymore, to which unfortunately missed ... what? Moreover, the construction is very hard ... "
"He'll be fine. Now the college, the high school I was 3 then, will have many items too. Dad went to earn money for the children. The children have a good education for, and help your mother anymore. Two years before the announcement of when that child is also a third-year student then. At that time I remember dad welcome, and Dad saw what I was doing okay in the past two years. "
Daddy
Dad hung up the phone, the sound echoing tut tut, child choked hate myself has made announcement to the motherland, to another land where native people. This time I can not be progressive airport. That day I went to study English at the center, I should know before going bye dad does not call me. Published a message for the very long, take 6 pages, carefully reminding me of everything. I've been crying. By then announced eyesight, could not clearly see that the phone message, which may be published one ever texted. Yet today, I'm sure it will take a new voice message is these lines. This message, I will never delete where, by every sentence, every word has been etched into my heart then. The whole night, I watched in amazement the night sky, every time the blinking light aircraft over the remaining wish, because I believe that in some of the other aircraft will have a cargo loved my father.
Now dad is away only spatially, but how words reminding father, father's love is always overflowing in my life. Both father sacrificed his life for us children. Dad still joke: "I have some abroad, are world travelers", but I understand the burden of the family pillar weighing on dad's shoulders. I like most is the rear seat passenger dad go to school, because I felt the other's back, exposed how dew sunny, sheltered litter. Children are now adults, have to leave the snug roof, from carrying arms covered, from the fire of love each morning, from his flute kite vu neighbors often drop, from native warm smell of the soil . I'll be happy to search for her among the petty calculations of life.
In addition to the other life, you will learn how to manage his gong on that, learn to walk alone. The road had to be in the clear blue sea, when the setting sun, or dark stormy wanted to drown me, sometimes it is not seen vast desert horizon ... Anyway I still have to hit the road , like other birds. As a child when it cries sudden deserted road, or do not know where helpless between th dark night, the child is still published. Simply a short phone call or open the phone only read the message that was enough to encourage more children warfare, that I could not give up his dream. Thank lives. Since I was a child of father!
