I go to my room. I land my sight at the sofa near the window. There is where GG used to sleep. I wonder where he is now. I sit on my bed and open my Facebook account. I am looking at the post he tagged me. I also check my messenger in case he has read my message. I sigh, no sign of him. I walk to my study table and get a bond paper. I draw him. Not just his face, but his whole body – sitting. After drawing, I take a picture of it and posted it on my Facebook with a caption: Where are you? I tag him.
My phone beeps. Kenneth send me a message. “Did he leave you? What really happened between you two?” I sigh. I wanted to tell him, but I can’t. I put my phone on the bedside table and go the bathroom for shower.
When I walk out the bathroom, I hear a sound of a broken glass. When I turned to look, I see my dad standing in my room. I stunned when I realize that it was the bottle of the garden’s blood. The liquid runs to the floor. My dad’s expression – I cannot describe. He is looking at my drawing. I hurry to grab my dropper for experiments during high school to save the liquid. When I turn my dad drops the paper and it’s all soaked into the liquid. I hurry to pick it up and I was surprise when I realize that it dried out.
A tear falls down my cheek. My dad also does. I probably am in shock to see my dad crying. He didn’t even cry at the burial, but now. “What is it dad?” I ask. He wipes his tears. He looks at me. “You drew that?” I look at the soaked drawing. I nod. “He looks someone I know.” A sad emotion comes from my dad’s voice. I don’t know what to say so I remain silent. He pats my head. “Take a rest then. I’ll just ask Ma Jen to clean this.” He smiles a sad smile. “No dad, I can clean this.” I assure him. He nods and leaves. I put the drawing in my study table and clean the broken bottle. I am extremely sad at what happened. GG is nowhere to be found, and the garden’s blood is all gone.

I went to the kitchen to drink some milk. Dad is back into talking with...