I was organizing some of my stuff and I found the essay I wrote for my trial examination. It was my favorite out of all the essays that I had written and I wanted to share it with you guys. To be honest, this is not really what I’m used to write. I’m more of a happy writer with the happily ever after ending rather than a writer who prefers a sad genre who cried while writing their own essays- in this case; I’m guilty for I did cry a bit while writing this… Anyway, this essay was inspired by a song called ‘When I’m Gone’ by Eminem. So here it goes…
My mind went blank. The only thing that I could remember was the sad look on my mom’s face. It all started with a phone call that m dad had received during breakfast. At that time, I was only seven. It was Father’s Day. My sister and I had gotten a special gift for him. We had been waiting for Father’s Day ever since we bought that gift.
Only, we could not predict what fate had decided for us as that day didn’t turn out to be as planned. Apparently the phone call was not from work. It was from daddy’s girlfriend. That day, the truth about daddy’s secret relationship was revealed. Even though I was still very young at that time, it wasn’t difficult for me to understand the situation. What surprised both me and my sister was the fact that mom wasn’t surprised at all. It turned out that mom had been suspicious all along but she never really showed how she felt. When dad went to the balcony to answer the phone call, we saw how mom followed him from behind and secretly heard his conversation. I guess the phone call confirmed all of mom’s doubt since the next thing I knew, they were fighting.
I went out to see what had happened but at that time, dad had already gone upstairs so I followed him. I saw him took out a luggage and he was stuffing it with all of his clothes that his hand managed to grab a hold off. “What’s going on dad?” I asked. Silence. He kept on grabbing more and more clothes from the closet without even glancing at me. I put on a big smile and wished him Happy Father’s Day hoping that this would draw his attention to me. But there was no luck. So I went closer to him and reached out my hand. On my palm, there was a coin and on it says ‘Number 1 dad’. He paused and took a look at it. For a short while, a smile flickered across his face even though the smile wasn’t his usual crooked smile that I loved most, as he put the coin in his pocket.
Then he crouched down and held my face in his big hands. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. And then without saying anything else, he went for the door and out to the front lawn. I heard a loud sound from his car and then he was off to someplace that the tree of us would never know. After that, it was all just miserable days. Each day I waited for him to come back home. How I wished that daddy never received that phone call. None of us know what the phone call was about until daddy had to leave us. All we know was that he had already left us wishing that he never had.
But that was ten years ago. Even so, the memory is still fresh as it flooded back into my mind and replayed over and over again as I saw this man lying hopelessly on the hospital’s bed. At first my mind went completely blank, but then as memory started to fill in, everything seemed to fall back into place. The hopeless man in front of me was the man that had left my mom, my sister and me. The man that I had hoped to be united with for the past few years. Never have I thought that the reunion would be this way.
That morning, I received a phone call from my mom and she told me to go to the hospital. She told me to go on her behalf as she had some errands to run. And since my sister had just left for collage, I had to go alone. It turned out that my mom was told that dad had been warded into the hospital and someone had called my mom and told her to visit him. But I never knew who I was visiting at the hospital until I stepped into the hospital’s room.
Even though I never blamed him for leaving us, but at times like this, no words came out of my mouth. As I stood next to the bed, he signaled me to come closer. I did as I was told. Then it was like déjà vu. He took out a coin from his pocket and held it out for me to see. It was the coin that I gave him a decade ago. He whispered in my ear “I’m sorry,” and then there was a loud beeping coming from the machine next to him. Suddenly, doctors and nurses rushed into the room! They said he was gone. Then without warning, tears fell down my cheek. It was just like what happened when I was seven years old. There was only a sorry and then he was gone. Only this time, it was forever…
