Every time I remember my dad,I get sad because he was one true protector, provider, funny, chop life master, he appreciates every little thing done for him, sorry to say but my mom doesn’t appreciate nothing!
Arrange my dad’s room, he appreciates, buy him something, he’ll boast to the world about it, he was annoying but more of sweet to me. If he was alive, he would’ve enjoyed my money, cause I’ll always get him stuffs no matter how small or what it is,he appreciates it❤
I get relaxed because when I talk him, he hears me like he’s with me, I get peace when I’m drained and cry to him, I feel him rubbing my face and calling me “omalicha nnem” cause that’s what he used to call me. If he was here, I’m not sure I’ll be wayward because he doesn’t give space for that
My mom gives freedom, in as much as I want it, I really wish I was held back, I wouldn’t have done lots of wayward things