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 |  Subject: ~~ A story which will make u cry~~  Wed Jul 13, 2011 4:34 am | |
| A story which will make u cry... 4 years ago, an accident took my beloved away and very
often I wonder, how does my wife, who is now in the
heavenly realm, feel right now? She must be feeling
extremely sad for leaving a husband who is incapable to
taking care of the house and the kid. 'cos that is the
exact feeling that I have, as I feel that I have fail to
provide for the physical and emotional needs of my kid,
and failed to be the dad and mum for my kid.
There was one particular day, when i had an emergency at
work. Hence, I had to leave home whilst my child was
still sleeping. So thinking that there was still rice
leftovers, I hastily cooked an egg and left after
informing my sleepy child.
With the double roles, I am often exhausted at work as
well as when I am home. So after a long day, I came
home, totally drained of all energy. So with just a
brief hug and kiss for my child, I went straight into
the room, skipping dinner. However, when I jumped into
my bed with intention of just having a well-deserved
sleep, all i heard and felt was broken porcelain and
warm liquid! I flipped open my blanket, and there lies
the source of the 'problem'...... a broken bowl with
instant noodles and a mess on the bedsheet and blanket!
Boy, was I mad! I was so furious that I took a clothes
hanger, charged straight at my child who was happily
playing with his toy, and give him a good spanking! He
merely cried but not asking for mercy, except a short
explanation:
"Dad, I was hungry and there wasnt anymore leftover
rice. But you were not back yet, hence I wanted to cook
some instant noodles. But i remembered you reminding me
not to touch or use the gas stove without any adults
around, hence i turn on the shower and used the hot
water from the bathroom to cook the noodles. One is for
you and the other is for me. However, I was afraid that
the noodles will turn cold, so I hid it under the
blanket to keep it warm till u return. But I forgot to
remind you 'cos I was playing with my toys...I am sorry
Dad..."
At that moment, tears were starting to run down my
cheeks...but I din want my son to see his dad
crying...so I dashed into the bathroom and cried with
the showerhead on to mask my cries....
After that episode, I went towards my son to give him a
tight hug and applied medication on him, while coaxing
him to sleep. Then, it was time to clear up the mess on
the bed. When everything was done and well past
midnight, I passed my son's room, and saw that he was
still crying, not from the pain on his little buttock,
but from looking at the photograph of his beloved mummy....
A year has passed since the episode, I have tried, in
this period, to focus on giving him both the love of his
dad and mum, and to attend to most of his needs. And
soon, he is turning seven, and will be graduating from
kindergarten. Fortunately, the incident did not leave a
lasting impression on his childhood memories and he is
still happily growing up.
However, not so long ago, I hit my boy again, with much
regrets. This time, his kindergarten teacher called,
informing me of my son's absence from school. I took off
early from work and went home, expecting him to explain.
But he wasnt to be found, so I went around our house,
calling out his name and eventually found him outside a
stationery shop, happily playing computer games. I was
fuming, brought him home and whack the hell out of him.
He did not retaliate, except to say, 'I am sorry, Dad'.
But after much probing, I realized that it was a 'Talent
Show' organized by his school and the invite is for
every student's mummy. ANd that was the reason for his
absence as he has no mummy.....
Few days after the caning, my son came home to tell me,
the kindergarten has recently taught him how to read and
write. Since then, he has kept to himself and stayed in
his room to practise his writing, which I am sure, would
make my wife proud, if she was still around. 'cos he
makes me proud too!
Time passes by very quickly, and soon another year has
passed. It's winter, and its Christmas time. Everywhere
the christmas spirit is in every passer-by...xmas carols
and frantic shoppers....but alas, my son got into
another trouble... When I was about to knock off from
the day's work, the post office called.. Due to the peak
season, the post master was also on an edgy mood. He
called to tell me that my son has attempted to post
several letters with no addressee.. Although I did make
a promise never to hit my son again, I couldn't help but
to hit him as I feel that this child of mine is really
beyond control. Once again, as before, he apologized, '
I'm sorry, Dad' and no additional reason to explain. I
pushed him towards a corner, went to the post office to
collect the letters with no addressee and came home, and
angrily questioned my son on his prank, during this time
of the year.
His answer, amidst his sobbing, was : The letters were
for Mummy.
My eyes grew teary, but I tried to control my emotions
and continued to ask him: " But why did u post so many
letters, at one time?" My son's reply was: " I have been
writing to mummy for a long time, but each time I reach
out for the post box, it was too high for me, hence I
was not able to post the letters. But recently, when I
went back to the postbox, I could reach it and I sent it
all at once..."
After hearing this, I was lost. Lost at not knowing what
to do, what to say....
I told my son, " Son, mummy is in the heavenly kingdom,
so in future, if you have anything to tell her, just
burn the letter and it will reach mummy. My son, on
hearing this, was much pacified and calm, and soon
after, he was sleeping soundly. On promising that I will
burn the letters on his behalf, I brought the letters
outside, but couldnt help opening the letter before they
turn to ash.
And one of the letters broke my heart....
Dear Mummy,
I miss you so much! Today, there was a 'Talent Show' in
school, and the school invited all mothers for the show.
But you are not around, so I did not want to participate
as well... I did not tell Dad about it as I was afraid
that Dad would start to cry and miss you all over again.
Dad went around looking for me, but in order to hide my
sadness, I sat in front of the computer and started
playing games at one of the shops. Dad was furious, and
he couldnt help it but scolded and hit me, but I did not
tell him the real reason. Mummy, everyday I see Dad
missing you and whenever he think of you, he is so sad
and often hide and cry in his room. I think we both miss
you very very much. Too much for our own good I think.
But Mummy, I am starting to forget your face. Can you
please appear in my dreams so that I can see your face
and remember you? I heard that if you fall asleep with
the photograph of the person whom you miss, you will see
the person in your dreams. But mummy, why havent you appear?
After reading the letter, I cant stop sobbing. 'cos I
can never replace the irreplaceable gap left behind by
my wife....
For the females with children:
Don't do so much overtime. If you cannot finish the
work, it must be some kind of problems within the
company, and it is not your sole problem. Feedback to
your boss. Endless overtime may not necessary be the
answer to the problem. Take care of your health so that
you can treasure and take care of your little precious.
For the married men:
Drink less, smoke less, cos nothing can replace your
good health, not even business nor clients.
Try thinking this way, are you able to work till your
clients are totally dependent on you? or your boss is
totally dependent on you? In this society, no one is
indispensable.
Take care of your health, so that you can take care of
your little precious and your loved ones.
For those singles out there:
Beauty lies in loving yourself first.
With confidence and loving yourself, you will see the
beauty in other things around you. You will be able to
work better and happier. Don't let your health be
affected by your work or your boss, so nothing matters
more than your well being. | |
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