After half a year.

The rain was pouring heavily; I was standing between Kenny and Shawn holding a sad expression on our faces. The weather was sharing my sorrow and my heart was heavier than ever. I was trying to not cry but as usual, I ended up wetting the ground beneath me. I never thought that I would be this distressed over my father's death since I always wished for it.

In the last six months, Kenny and I invested a lot of time for dad, we were spending most of our time together as if we were compensating for our previous years. We wanted to relive an experience...