[1]Picture frame

The wind flutters the curtain of the bedroom and fell back on the wall as it passed by, I shivered with loneliness as the gentle breeze touched my skin.

As soon as the door was shut closed, both my knees fell weak and the sleeves of my black suit crumpled as I stretched out to grab a picture near my bed. There in the empty silent room, I released an ocean of tears while tightly holding this frame in my arms.

A picture of two people happily eating ice cream in the park and one holding a radiant red balloon.

I wondered, the image was clear, but it seems blurred in my sight, as drops of tears drenched the glass of the frame and I soon fell asleep on the ground.

The zephyr slipped through the open window and touched a small portion of my hand as if it swept away my sorrow for a moment. And for that brief moment flashed in my mind the warmest smile I ever seen in my life, then came the sudden realization of never getting to see that anymore.

It heavies my heart so much as if it will shatter in a million pieces.

May you rest, sweetie. Daddy loves you.