#mysorrow

being a son that a dad never dreamt off gives an excruciating pain….

is it my fault for being born dark?

is it my fault for not having good look like him?

is it my fault that I don’t have the same feature as him?

I always pretend to be happy - try to hide my sorrow

sometime I even think, was there any mistake in the hospital, I was mistakenly taken from an Indian family…

sometime I wish my twin brothers stays alive to fulfil my dad’s dream…

dream of having son that looks like him, son that fair like him, son that confident like him…

who am I?

I’m just like his ex-brother in-law that he hates…

was it my mistake for inheriting my mother’s side genes…

there were too many incidents - I have been insulted, humiliated for not being good looking guy….

I never claim that I’m his son whenever I’’m at his store…

I will just pretend that I’m one of the worker there…

I’ve lost my self-confidence…

I felt I’m the ugliest creature in this world….

those were the days… where I cried alone…

I have no one to share my sorrow… my feeling… my sadness….

I wish to just leave and vanish from his life, the moment my sister get married…

but God has other plan…

the marriage never took place…

my dad’s beloved daughter decided to cancel the wedding….

he was shattered….

I couldn’t see him being sad…. decided to come back and stay with him…

despite of knowing that, I could never be his favourite child or son that he wishes for…

but this would be a small favour I could do, for someone who I really cared and loved…

I do idolise my dad - just like any other kid… and love him too, but it wasn’t reciprocal affection….

I wish him all the happiness in the world…

hope his favourite daughter comes back to his life…