The Butterfly Effect

I dreamt of my father who passed away few years ago. He looked peaceful and satisfyingly at his look. It seemed the disease did not annoy him anymore .He still sat in his seat and chatted with me just like former days. He held me in his arms and we all chuckle happily. 

He always brave to face any pain even though gone through so much suffering. When I feel depression that father’s spirit are always arise in my mind. Do be fear, anger or there was no sign of fear, anger or regret should be positive to face any challenge. I woke up at dusky midnight the memories become so clearly, Dear father I miss you so much! I am so desire to have a one day you can lead by my hand though the red carpet in my wedding.