When I was two years old my father left us, and I was the only one, all my mother has. Whenever I ask about my father my mother would say “he will return once he is done with his work dear”. She struggled a lot to manage me and the households. Somehow, she got a job in a public sector department.

When I was in the fifth grade, all my friends were asking about my father, so, I told this to my mother and as I have never seen my father she told: “Your father will come to see you in school tomorrow”. The next day after I reached my school, I saw a smart man, with a moustache and stylish hair, in short, to say he was like a fairness cream model. He called me “Hi Adhya my dear, I am your father, how are you? In a pausing manner. I was amazed and asked him back “Are you my father?”, he hugged me and replied, “Yes I am”. But I felt like hugging my mother. He met with all my friends and took me back home. I was doubting him, and asked him “Daddy can you come closer, I want to kiss you?”

He came closer, without hesitating I pulled out his moustache, and the moustache comes along...