I had a dream about Daddy today.
I dreamt that I was still in Secondary School. He was gonna drive me to school but he said the Ford Ranger was busted. We decided to take the bus. We suddenly warped to the bus interchange. There were some shops there and we took time to look around, as if catching up on time lost…
Then he said he had to go somewhere and that I should just take the bus to school on my own. I remember biting my lower lip, shuffling my feet and gripping on my backpack straps tighter. I could see him walk further away from me. His back getting smaller. Then he was gone. I knew that he wasn’t gonna come back…
Wherever you are Dad, I’m doing good. I’ll do good too. Thanks for checking up on me even if it’s just in my dreams…
