3 years ago
when my dad gave it to me. I was so proud of having that, not only because of its nice feature but most importantly because
it was given to me by one of the most persons I value, my father. He gave it to
me personally when he came back home from abroad, the next year, he left again
for his work. As for that, I became again the daughter who’s longing for his
presence until now.
That phone he gave to me had been our means to have connection to each other and by the fact that he’s the one who gave it to me, I cannot so much feel the long distance that made us apart from each other, that’s why I promised to myself that I will keep and take care of it. It’s been with me for 3 years, that’s an achievement but what’s sad is, it is only until there. This past few days, I lost it, I broke my promise, I didn’t mean it but still, the fault was mine. I just can’t believe it, I was able to make it possible of having and keeping it for a long time, it’s been my way of feeling that I’m just near with my dad that’s why it is no easy for me to face that reality. Actually, my mother advised me just before the day I lost it that I should not put it in my pocket because it may open the possibility of welcoming the opportunity of losing it but I didn’t obey her that’s why the pain I felt became doubled. She got mad at me because she was really right, her prediction was so strong that it really happened. She scolded me, but I didn’t complain because I deserved it. Deep inside me was melting, I cried, I literally cried and many witnessed it. My regrets were as heavy as a huge rock. I was hurt not because I have no phone anymore, soon I can have one, I cried because that phone was a gift to me from my father and I disobeyed my mother. If I only followed her advice, then I still have my phone today. Anyway that was a lesson for me and for everybody.
That phone he gave to me had been our means to have connection to each other and by the fact that he’s the one who gave it to me, I cannot so much feel the long distance that made us apart from each other, that’s why I promised to myself that I will keep and take care of it. It’s been with me for 3 years, that’s an achievement but what’s sad is, it is only until there. This past few days, I lost it, I broke my promise, I didn’t mean it but still, the fault was mine. I just can’t believe it, I was able to make it possible of having and keeping it for a long time, it’s been my way of feeling that I’m just near with my dad that’s why it is no easy for me to face that reality. Actually, my mother advised me just before the day I lost it that I should not put it in my pocket because it may open the possibility of welcoming the opportunity of losing it but I didn’t obey her that’s why the pain I felt became doubled. She got mad at me because she was really right, her prediction was so strong that it really happened. She scolded me, but I didn’t complain because I deserved it. Deep inside me was melting, I cried, I literally cried and many witnessed it. My regrets were as heavy as a huge rock. I was hurt not because I have no phone anymore, soon I can have one, I cried because that phone was a gift to me from my father and I disobeyed my mother. If I only followed her advice, then I still have my phone today. Anyway that was a lesson for me and for everybody.
Some may think
of me as overacting, how could they when they don’t even know
well the story. No one became me or tried to replace my being in those moments
so no one could ever know and feel how exactly painful that was for me unless
they had experienced already once before but however, we still had different
stories and different intense or level of impact it brought to our lives that’s
why we must respect each one’s reaction of having experienced that kind of
situation. I know all of us have that particular thing/s that we really value
no matter how nice, ugly, expensive and cheap it is for many people, what
matters is, is its presence, how we look for it and how it brings joy and
happiness to our lives, so perhaps you can understand me.
