“Remembering Papa”
I t’s been three years since my Papa past away, and this date was the day he met his unfortunate fate. They call it death anniversary, but why do we have to count the years when it’s about death? Why do we have to remember it when it’s about a sad story or incident? Why do I have to remember Papa when the thought of Him just makes me cry and miss him a lot. And why do I have to write about it if at this point tears is starting to flow from my eyes? I still remember this day. I was having my lunch together with my colleagues when suddenly my phone rang and the name that was registering was “Papa”. I answered it “hello Pa” but it was my older sister Meng, who answered back. I ask her where is Papa, why are you using his phone? She said that papa left his phone and she started telling me that Papa met an accident and that his car was totally wrecked!! I started to panic and cry. I felt a shiver all over my body and my knees just fall down the floor. My colleagues calm me down and star