untitle .

out of no where i kept thinking about those night ,

those night when abang was missing .

hoping so badly that he would come back ,

hoping so much , the bad news hurt .

its so wrong to see papa sitting by abang grave .

isnt it supposed to be the other way round ,

we , his children sit by papa grave .

its almost papa birthday , and if you know him well ,

that proper happiness in his eyes are not there .

couldnt there be a miracle that after all that body we found ,

wasnt even abang . just some other family son .

not my brother ?