My father

Ever since mother passed away, I was the only one living with him, my Dad. Too afraid to lose me,dad become very protective of me and set strict rules on my daily life. At first, I understood his feelings and did everything according to his wishes. Later, as a time went by, I became very annoyed as I felt caged in and I started to disobey him.

I broke almost every rule he set, I never realised how much I had hurt him. I started going out with friends till late into the night. I smoked and totally disobeyed him.

Last week, Dad became real mad when I went out all night and returned home in the early hours of the morning. He banned me from going out. I was petrified for a moment and then I ran up to my room. I packed my things and dashed out of the house, saying I never wanted to see him anymore.

For the past few days, I stayed at my friend's house. Although Dad had tried to persuade me to go home over my hand phone because he had failed to find me, I was not ready to forgive him. He never gave up and continued phoning me exactly at ten every morning after his morning jog.

Soon I softened, I was going to forgive him and planned to go home that morning after his call. I waited for his call but he never phoned. Instead the police had found a body near a park and identified it as my Dad. They wanted me to go to the hospital to claim the body.

I did not remember how I got there. Everything went blank in my head after I received that dreadful news. My heart was shattered. I prayed that it was only a big mistake.

My hand was shaking when I approached the bed. I opened the white blanket and knew that my prayer had come true. The man lying down was not my Dad! He did not look one bit like my Dad at all! just then, a policeman came in and informed me that they had make a mistake. The moment the policeman told me, that was the happiest moment of my life.

Then came the delayed call. I was so happy to receive the call from Dad that tears rolled down my cheeks when I heard his voice. He called late because his car had broken down when he was on his way home after his morning jog. He apologized. I was happy to listen to his voice. It was warm, tender and soothing. I could not wait to go home. I never realised how much I needed him until then. I would ask for forgiveness. I would never treat him coldly again. I could not bear to lose him. I had learnt my lesson.