Loss

On 28th April, I was working, working online from home like usual on Tuesday. The door of the balcony was opened, my friend in front of me was frying the potatoes in the Air Frier. I was kinda hungry. My working process was stressful because I was losing my concentration most of the time. Something was off, right? And my mother called. Your Father, - she said, Your father is not doing well — (mother) What?! What happened? Is he okay? — could never ever think about what my mother actually was trying to say by "not doing well." I thought he was in the hospital, but never though he closed his beautiful, clever eyes before reaching the hospital. After that, I don't remember days, weeks, or months, passing. I have no experience writing or telling stories. I am not even fluent in English. I just wanna share, I just want to let the world know that I miss him. I am lost. I was his part. I lost my part without realizing that he was my part, because I had never thought about that. I always believed, one day, one day, me and dad would be great friends, good family, but time took away from me.