He used to sleep... All of us know that he not truthly tired, he just......... Running from reality..I know what he was thinking, with sleep.. he couldn't think of anything, he no need to consider anything, he no need to face his sick and us.
I understand, he not angry with anyone beside himself. He just cant accept why himself is so "troublesome"...
But, papa, what I wanna say is, when I was small, you are the one who take care of me.
You are the one touched my forehead, asked me whether my fever was bring down not..
So, this is the turn for me to take care of you. Don't worry, I never think you are a burden before. So I hope you will having the same thought.
Papa, when I saw your crying on a side silently, do you know that my heart is tearing too.
But I know.... I cant cry infront of you. Not even showing a sad emotion.
I will smile and wear colourful shirt infront of you.
I will trying hard to talk joke to you.
I will never say something sad to you.
Papa, I wanna use all my power to cheer you up.
Please allow me to cry when I really cant....... sorry ... I am not a superman.
But I will cry behind of you.
Everyday I'm praying hard...
I pray that my life can be shorter to exchange my papa's health.
I know You listened, my Lord.
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