Day Sixteen

Today, I remember this random memory of me and my dad.

This actually occurred just a few minutes ago, and I didn’t really know how to process it so I thought I might as well write about it.

It’s nothing substantial or life changing, just a random memory.

We used to have this tradition of watching old badly dubbed kung fu movies. I don’t know how it became a tradition, though, I guess most people don’t really remember how traditions begin.

But anyways.

We would find these movies in out random outings like in flea markets, garage sales or thrift stores, and we’d watch them like once a week. I think what made it important for me was the fact that it was just me and him. My brothers and mom weren’t interested so we had some alone time.

I miss him.

I’m kind of upset at myself for forgetting something that used to be so precious to me. Even more mad that we lost all of those movies.

I tried asking my mom if she knew where they were, though to no avail.

She asked me why and for once I actually tried to talk to her about how I felt and about how I missed him, but I started tearing up before I could say anything. So I just said no reason and left.

I don’t know when I’ll be ready to talk about him to my family, or to anyone really.

Guess only time will tell.

‘Till next time.