To weep is to make less the depth of grief, this is what Shakespeare once wrote. I believe he is right. In many instances in my life I cry. But what I am crying for? This morning, I received a text and a sort of reminder that says "Happy Birth Day Papa" my location is unknown because my kids do not know my present whereabouts, though they know that I live a striking distance from them. When I read the message, my tears begins to form in my eyes and suddenly teardrops flowing, rolling and dropping. Much more when part of the message says, "PAPA WE WISH FOR YOUR HAPPINESS." As I write this article, I need to pause for a while and wipes out my tears not only once but repeatedly over and over again. I wish you can relate with my story. I was a Frustrated Father and Disheartened Husband. My simple dream vanishes away. I never expected that things like this will happen to me. How I wish I can bring back those times when my kids are still young and from there ...
This is how I describe my life. A wanderer, a man without definite purpose and destination. As I move forward, I left behind some foot prints for you...!