Missing Christmas

In just a few days from now dad will be flying back home, and tomorrow I will start spending my days at the hospital until the 21st comes, and after that I don’t know how much longer it’s going to take. Not that my dad wants to leave me behind at my darkest moment in life, but he can’t stay. He has to go home because he needs a re-entry. It’s almost six months since we got here. My friends are coming over to visit me on the 20th. I think that it’s great because I really miss them so much already. It’s been awhile.
And even if it feels like I’d be missing Christmas this year, I’m still happy coz my dad will be home. My mom and siblings are waiting at home, and it’ll be my sister’s wedding soon. At least he could attend. Of all things, I wouldn’t want him to miss that. I’m just thinking that no matter how far, they’re just with me all the time. The other day I saw dad crying while preparing his luggage. He said sorry and I said it’s alright. He hugged me tight and told me he’s coming back here and most probably with mom. He told me to wait for them. I said, I will….. try.