I remember
vividly

how you
packed your
stuffs
and walked
out of this
place.

I was
only 10

"where are you
going, daddy?"
you said
you were never
coming back.

I laughed,
thinking it was
a joke

I was
then 13

when I saw
mummy
silently weeping
in the dark

I wished I hadn't
seen it
because

I didn't know
what to do.

I was
then 15

when neighbours
bombard me
with questions

of where
did my
daddy go

I wished
i knew the answer
too.

I'm was
then 17

when I realised
that I'm still
his little
princess

but the
long distances
made me
feel uncomfortable

I'm 20
when I realised
that love is *******,

because that's
what taught to me

10 years ago.