He had been the only one who tried to bring me out of my shell.
“The world isn’t that bad, kiddo,” he would say, giving me a hug.
But he didn’t know that no one really talked to me. Those who did talk only mocked me, teasing me endlessly about how I never talked to anyone.
I thought today would be different. Yet as I watched silently, each relative who came to offer condolences at his passing only gave a nod, then walked past me as if I wasn’t there, as if I wasn’t grieving too.
“Maybe only you didn’t think I was a nobody, Dad,” I whispered, feeling like he would still be able to hear me.
(© Vinay Leo R. @ I Rhyme Without Reason,
16th April, 2018)