I lazily dragged myself up from the bed. I picked my coat up to go out before anyone woke up. It was that day of the year again when I felt so guilty. It was going to be seven years since father passed away.
I gently closed the door behind me so no one would wake. I walked to the place where father had been buried. I bent down near his grave as a tear escaped my eye. It was all my fault and it hurt so much because the one who made me do all this things was not even worth it.
"father,it's been seven years today since you left. I am sorry I wasn't the best daughter,the kind of daughter you wanted. I tried so much father and I am still trying. I already have a great job and I am so sorry I wasn't able to prove to you how much I love you and how proud I am to have a father like you"i wipe
