A morning without...

For the first time, I saw her in such a daze. Her inhuman behavior was probably natural!.

The very essence of her existence was lost today…..

Despite being in extreme pain, not a single word from her mouth and not a single tear from her attractive eyes came for the last 20 hours…….

I could feel those wounds in her heart. Years ago, they even came to cough my soul out.

I gave her enough time to be with herself. I have never been in the habit of watching her so quietly. Her silence was shaking me……

With that trembling, my legs lifted towards her. For the first time, I sat with her for hours without getting lost in the palace of her words! She did not say a word in her mouth…..

That day I took her place, I asked her a lot of questions just to make her talk, and just to make her laugh. I told her many of my childhood plays that still make me embarrassed.

But so far, she didn't even consider it appropriate to see me that day.

I have not forgotten a single thing from that day.

I sat holding her hand all night, but a ray of sunshine did something that made my soul scream.

         Apart from my voice, we both heard different sounds. The newspaperman came to give the paper at 9:00 am as usual. And she grabbed the paper and ran all over the house, but after trying in vain she came in front of me and said, 

"Smith, I haven't found Dad, who will read this paper now!"

With that, she broke down and cried a terrible scream. Rhea didn’t lose only her father that day but also the basis for her survival. Her father treated her like a queen. He loved Rhea so much at every moment, His whole world was Rhea. he always let Rhea's Passion follow her.

For the world, she was a fearless, passionate, very stable, and sensible person, a possible politician to meet everyone's needs. But in front of her father, she would become a delicate child. As soon as Rhea came home every day, she would tell him about her day, every night she would put her head in her father's lap and go to sleep listening to her father telling the story. Her father was her courage, I still remember my first meeting with him, he told me only one thing,

"A morning without Rhea is no longer possible for me to live”.

 I was not the one who snatched her paradise from him. I couldn't tell him anything special that day, but I assured him that I would never put his heart in trouble.

It's been 10 years since that happened, dad! But I haven't made any mistake in keeping that promise. Rhea is often shaken by the memory of that night, but she has found something other than her father to make her laugh, and that is our daughter. She is the reason for her vitality. Her smile is just like your dad!

Happiness has also come through the back door whenever sorrow has entered your life. Of course, any kind of happiness is smaller in the face of a father's separation. But a father never wants his child to reject the happiness that can help to remove its sorrows. The father-daughter relationship is not so weak that it gets broken only by the death of their bodies!

This relationship is of two holy, immortal souls. Even today I can feel that behind every success and happiness of Rhea is your stubborn support dad! I still know today that your morning would never have happened without Rhea's beautiful smile. I assure you again that I'll never let your heart be in trouble.