Broken were the days, I sat down and thought to myself that my life would change without him to hold my hand.

Shatterd were all those days, I spent sleepless nights tossing and turning not getting enough sleep, Insomnia.

I would always say to myself that he is somewhere coming back to us soon. Jokes of unmend souls.

Minutes turned to hours ,hours turned to days, then months now years I still sit at the doorpost waiting to see the flashlight shining my way so that i could run to you and hug you tight. Broken memories i always await.

I still wait till date for you to show up and tell me its going to be alright, we can face this but when Papa showed up, he taught me that life is all like recycling a collection of bottles. Patience.

I have been patiently waiting for this hour to tell you the impact you pulled in my hopeless life of hope, that always seem to amaze the few in my status that includes you, no complains.

I celebrate the joy you show me, my sisters I...