From childhood memories, I always wanted it back. We were happy since then, whole family, me as the prince and my mother as the queen with a loving king, my father. Suddenly things became blurry of which I do not understand at that tender age.
I cried and beg for them to stay, they never listened. All night and day long from ages nine up to now, I keep fighting back the loneliness and depression. I always wanted to get the answer.
Gone, they are both free and happy without thinking about me.
I opted not to take any favor from them anymore, because it is not all about money, I want their warm embrace and parental words, nothing.
They think all dreams are paid! No, some dreams just don't have a monetary counterpart.
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