Wednesday, December 2, 2009

Another December 2nd

December 2nd haven't been the same for me.

The last time I felt it was this date was like four years ago.

The last time I heard my Dad sang "happy birthday" to me at seven in the morning. We didn't have cake with candles, no party, no feast.

It's just us--my other four siblings and my parents.

Contented with whatever food my Dad was able to buy for all seven of us.

But I was happy then.

Very happy.

I miss him. My birthday will never be the same without my Dad.