I've dreamed of me holding someone's hand,
Someone who I don't recognize his face when I wake up.
I grow up with my mom on my right side,
and envy and jealousy with other children in my left side.

Every night the same dream invaded my mind,
Every morning I will try to remember his face but couldn't.
Every weekdays I found myself asking why is my family different,
Every weekends I will wake my mom early asking why does our family is incomplete.

Monday morning my mother's face looks different,
Her smile changed from sweet to vibrant.
Tuesday noon an unfamiliar man stand beside her,
With a mixed emotion type of smile full of sadness, happiness and excitement.

Wednesday night I caught the stranger crying with my mom,
I don't understand why but they're both smiling while crying.
Thursday midnight I was shocked that I have a dad,
I was furious that all this time I have a complete family but never felt it.

Friday dawn, I decided to leave our home.
I decided to hate my father for leaving me behind.
I blame him because I was bullied and was called an illegitimate child.
Still, I'm longing for him to call me "my son"

Saturday came and night is near,
I close my eyes and let the nightmare in.
Nightmare didn't came, a man stand beside me holding my hand,
I looked who it was and it strike me it was him all this time.

Sunday I came home running to my fullest to reach our house as fast as I could,
There he was hugging my mom whose crying right now.
Tears are starting to grow from my eyes,
I stop running to catch my breath and said "Thank God for the blessing you made".

"Mother!" I called, they both looked at me.
Their fears dissapeared and relief cave in.
I walk straight closing our gaps to each other,
"I'm sorry" I hug my mom and looked to the man "I missed you and I love you, Father"