This is what it feels like to be left with the people we care about ,, like no purpose in life in this world, beru realize when he has left me ,, why ,, why why love is felt when the person who had been near me suddenly disappeared away and did not return ,, why love does not feel when he was accompanying my day ,,, Hope, do not know whether it is still worth it if I hope, is it still worth the expectation that his dreams will become real. Days go by, without taste, without hope, just empty. hear and feel the love story of a child and husband left by a wife who is so fast ,, Four years ago, the accident had taken my beloved one, I often wondered how my wife is now in the heavenly realm, all right? He must be very sad to have left a husband who can not afford to take care of the house and a child who is so small. That's how I feel, because all this time I feel that I have failed, can not meet the physical and spiritual needs of my son, and failed to be a father and mother to my son. One day, there was an important business at work, I had to leave for work, my son was still asleep. Ohhh I have to provide a meal for her. Because there's still rice left over, so I fry an egg for him to eat. After telling my sleepy child, I hurried to work. The double role that I live, makes my energy completely drained. One day when I got home from work I felt very tired, after working all day. At first glance I hugged and kissed my son, I went straight into the bedroom, and missed dinner. However, when I lay down on the bed with the intention of sleeping for a while to relieve my fatigue, I suddenly felt something breaking and spilling like warm liquid! I opened the blanket and there it was the source of his "problem" - a broken bowl with instant messy noodles on the sheets and blankets! Oh God? I was so angry, I grabbed a clothes hanger, and immediately showered my happy child playing with his toy, with blows! She just cried, did not even ask for mercy,
he just gave a brief explanation: "Daddy, I was hungry and there was no leftover rice, but my dad was not home yet, so I wanted to cook instant noodles, I remember dad saying never to touch or use a gas stove without an adult in around, so I turned on this drinking water machine and used hot water for cooking noodles, one for my dad and the other for me because I was afraid the noodles would be cold, so I kept them under the covers to keep warm until my father came home. But I forgot to remind my dad because I was playing with my toy, I'm sorry, dad? " Instantly, tears began to flow down my cheeks, but, I did not want my son to see his father cry so I ran into the bathroom and cried by turning on the shower in the bathroom to cover my crying. After a while, I approached my son, hugged him tightly and gave him a cure for his stab wounds, and I persuaded him to sleep. Then I clean the spills of noodles on the bed. When it was over and past midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that my son was still crying, not because of the pain in his butt, but because he was looking at a picture of his beloved mother. One year has passed since that incident, I tried, in this period, to focus on giving him the love of a father and also the love of a mother, and to pay attention to all his needs. Without feeling, my son is seven years old, and will graduate from kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave bad memories of his childhood and he had grown up happily. However, not long ago, I've hit my son again, I'm really sorry. Her kindergarten teacher called me and told me that my son was absent from school. I came home early from the office, I hope he can explain. But he was not home, I went looking around our house, calling his name and finally found himself at a stationery store, playing a gaming computer happily. I was angry, took him home and showered him with blows. He said nothing and said, "I'm sorry, dad".
After a while I investigated, it turns out he was absent from the show "talent show" held by the school, because the invited is a student with his mother. And that's the reason for his absence because he has no mother. A few days after the punishment with a rattan blow, my son came home to tell me that his school was being taught how to read and write. From that moment on, my son is more confined to his room to practice writing, I'm sure, if my wife is still there and seeing her she will feel proud, of course she makes me proud too! Time passes so quickly, one year has passed. But my dear, my son makes trouble again. While I was working on the last days of work, the post office suddenly called. Because mail delivery is peaking, the postman is also busy, their moods are not good enough.
They call me angrily, to tell me that my son has sent several letters without an address. Though I've promised never to hit my son again, but I can not help but beat him again, because I feel that this kid is really outrageous. But again, as before, he apologized: "Sorry, dad". There is not a single word to explain why he did it. After that I went to the post office to pick up the mail without the address and then go home. Arriving at home, angrily I pushed my son into the corner questioned him, silly acts let alone this? What's in the head? The answer, in the midst of his sobs, is: "The letters are for the mother"? .. ". Suddenly my eyes filled with tears. â? |. but I tried to control my emotions and kept asking him: "But why are you posting so many letters, at the same time?" My son replied: "I have written letters for mom for a long time, but every time I want to reach the mailbox, it's too high for me, so I can not post my letters, but recently, when I got back to the box post, I can reach the box and I send it all at once ". After hearing this explanation, I lost the words, I was confused, did not know what to do, and what to say.
I said to my son, "Son, mother is in heaven, so for the next, if you want to write something for mother, just burn the letter then the letter will come to mommy.After hearing this, my son become more calm, and soon after that, he can sleep soundly I promised to burn the letters on his behalf, so I brought the letters out, but I was curious to not open the letter before they turned to ashes. And one of the contents of his letters made my heart crushed "dear mother", I miss you so much! Today, there is a "Talent Performance" show at school, and invites all mothers to attend the show. But you are not there, so I do not want to attend too. I did not tell my dad about this because I was afraid my dad would start crying and miss you again. At that time to hide the sadness, I sat at the computer and started playing games in one of the stores. Father wandering around looking for me, after finding me angry father, and I can only be silent, father hit me, but I do not tell the real reason. Mother, everyday I see father miss you, every time he think of you, he is so sad and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss you very much. Too heavy for both of us. But ma'am, I started to forget your face. Can the mother appear in my dreams so that I can see your face and remember you? My friend says if you fall asleep with the photo of the person you are longing for, then you will see the person in your dream. But mom, why do not you ever show up?
After reading the letter, my tears can not stop because I can never replace the inescapable gap since my wife left behind Note: For husbands and men, who have been blessed with a good wife / spouse, who loves your children always thanks daily to your wife. He has willingly spent the rest of his life to accompany your life, help you, support you, pamper you and always be faithful to wait for you, take care of and care for you and your children. Appreciate and love him for the rest of your life with all the shortcomings and advantages, for if you have lost him, no gems, diamond diamonds that can replace
