As I reminisced the days -

when I am still full of perplexity and It situate me in a scenario where I am questioning the images that portrays the scenery of my childhood, out of confusion.

Becoming habituated to the masculine features where my mom laid every genuineness of her eyes and smiles, mistook them as someone who I can call as my "dad".

Been living those puzzling years and when the day called literally "the day" came and knowing finally! - 'the someone' came, who I can finally call as "my dad" - the real dad of my being.

I became happier and felt more living real than before - even the complete family...