I was only 9 years old, when my world changed. There was a strange situation. My father was being treated specially. Doctors were visiting frequently. I was confused. My mother seemed worried and sad, hiding tears in her eyes. I tried to ask her several times but she always said that everything is fine.
As days passed situation got worse. I was sent to live with my grandfather and I was happy to play with my cousins. Finally the day came I can never forget.
Our relatives starting coming to our house and they all were praying. They were saying that my father is not well and they were praying for his health. Mother was in the hospital with father, my father was in I.C.U. Suddenly a call came and my brother received it, he suddenly started crying. He told us that our father is no more. He has left us and went to live in heaven.
I cried very loud, as my happiness was gone somewhere. My mother came home with father. I tried to talk to my father but he didn’t reply. I said. "Father get up why aren’t you replying, talk to me, open your eyes". Our relatives took him away. Then one day my mother told me that he suffered from cancer and finally lost his life
After that day I missed him every day and night. He was a shelter. He was an architect engineer and an honest man. I will never stop missing him.