teks: My father passed away and I cried non-stop. Even now, I want to cry but I hold back. I don't want my mother to be sad. I laugh and joke around, but my heart and mind never forget my late father. I never expected Allah to take him back so soon. I still feel like I haven't taken care of him enough. I miss pushing his wheelchair to the hospital. I miss giving him his milk. And most importantly, I miss hearing him talk. He was sick for two years and couldn't speak anymore, only using sign language. Allah... I loved my father too much.
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