Waiting…
Crouched on this couch
Flipping through the pages
The lines blurred
I can only see your smiles
…I am still waiting
Flicking through the channels
The pixels blurred
I can only see your shadows
I am still waiting
Waiting for that guttural voice
Calling my name again
Waiting for those strong fingers
Ruffling my hairs
Waiting to be aroused
By the aroma of ‘suya’ in the dead of the night
Waiting, just waiting
To be called a son again!
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This Story captures my growing with a father in the sales profession.
I am grateful for the opportunity to be called a son by a caring man.
I hope to be one someday.
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