Life is full of ups and downs. The good and the bad sides. Sometimes it feels like things are not going well and some other times it fells like things are going perfectly. Well, in my case let's just say I have had a lion share of the bad side. 
 I was born into a family where things were already falling apart. We were poor and necessities were so hard to come by. To eat a  meal was an achievement. As if that wasn't enough, my parents began having issues that tore the family apart. Accusations thrown left, right and center. I couldn't fathom what was going on. I thought it was just a small argument that will be resolved soon but then I was so wrong. One day, my father left and never came back. 
 I cried and cried and asked where he went to but my mother couldn't even say anything. All she said was "Everything will be alright". And so we struggled, getting through life day by day with hope for a better life. But it all felt like the light was not going to be at the end of the tunnel. I had to sell wares on the street to survive with just meager profits to show for it. But I was always encouraged by my mother's words and kept pushing. 
 But I guess life had its own plans. As I came back home , I  found my mother lying peacefully on her bed. I tried to wake her up but to no avail. She had gone to sleep forever. This shattered me. Why did this have to happen? My strength, my  backbone gone like that? How do I survive? Where do I go? Tears poured endlessly from my  eyes as I  stood watching her lifeless body praying for a miracle. But it never happened. 
 On her burial ground after the funeral with only me  there, I mustered courage and talked in a way I hadn't talked before, telling myself that I  had to be stronger now because  I don't have anybody to go to. It's just me. 
 A few years had gone by and things looked like they were going upward. I  had gotten a shop to sell items and it was looking good. Then suddenly a blast from the past appeared right in front of our doorstep and knocked. I opened the door and looked in shock. 

"Dad ?" 
It was him, standing there. After all these years he decided to come back? Why? He just stood there crying. Me too. All the pain just came back in an instant. When everywhere became calm, I asked exactly what would be on the mind of every child "Where were you Dad? Why did you leave me?" All these he couldn't answer. He just kept saying sorry. Sorry won't heal the wounds he gave me. I just wanted answers. 
  He apologized endlessly saying he wants me back and he regrets his actions. I couldn't believe him. What if he runs again? Could this be true? How do I trust him again? So many thoughts running through my mind in an instant. He begged for forgiveness and I couldn't help it. He is my father after all. But it took a while to reconcile fully because there were a lot of open wounds that would have to take time to heal. And so life continued.