After talking to Mr. stranger, before going back to my bedroom, I went to check dad if he is fine or not. The door of his room is ajar, I peeked into the room and found him sleeping, hugging mom. I smiled slightly, seeing them and closed the door properly without making any sound. I strolled back to my room and lay down on my bed before pulling the comforter over me after turning on the AC and started thinking about Mr. stranger. He's really a genuine person, but why he's keeping his identity hidden. I really want to know. I want to meet him. I feel something in my heart whenever I talk to him and feel a strong connection between us. I neither cried in front of anybody before nor did I share my pain with anybody, but today I cried my heart aloud over the phone and shared my all inner pain
