27 days to the end. I took some time to have a meal with my father. We had not been eating together at the same table like this since my mother was gone. It had been such a long time since I last saw my father’s smile, it actually took me by surprise.
My father, a man who had not shed a single tear in the last moments of his wife. He was a man who hardly wore any expression on his face. But throughout the mealtime that we had together, while talking to me, he wore a smile that was so mellow that it penetrated my soul.
Had my father been enduring all the grief alone since my mother left…? I couldn’t imagine the moment when time comes, and I won’t be seeing such a smile anymore…
Will my father still wear the same smile when he has to take his meal alone at the empty table…without me and my mom…?