My Father - My One Cent Worth of Thoughts
On the 49th day after my beloved grandmother’s death, I had to send away another parent, my father. This probably doesn’t mean much to anyone, but I just have to pen it down, because my heart is bursting with grief. As a son, he is the epitome of filial piety. My grandmother was widowed at a tender age of 20, when he was barely 3 years old and my uncle, a wee babe of 18 months old. From a very... Read More Read More