Monday, January 10, 2011

Playing Pretend

I almost cried when I opened the front door only to be greeted with dark and emptiness.
I wish there is someone waiting for me to get home.
I wish that the is someone to scold me everytime I come home late.
I wish that someone will call me and ask about my whereabouts every other time.
But then, that's what parents do.
And I don't have them anymore.

It's a lot easier to play pretend when you are not alone.
Just pretend there were at somewhere far away.
Far but reachable.
Just pretend that they will answer your calls.
Just pretend that they will answer any questions you asked them.
They always do that.
They always know what to do.
They always know what's best for you.
Cause that's what parents do.
To always be there for you.