This past few days the house has been extremely quiet. What used to be coined as nuisance and noise in the form of my dad ranting and rambling about things he saw in the mornings and on the news is missing.
Miss the times when he would complain about me to my mum and about him complaining to me about mum.
It’s scary to think that I would go through this similar situation when he’s no longer with us. I wish I had another sibling to share this situation with. People lose their parents when they’re young, but atleast they have their siblings to share the burden with and to turn to if they’re feeling lonely at home.
I feel pity to those in China and Singapore who’re only allowed to have one child in the family.
I feel like shit. I need a shave. I miss the old man.