People often say that we do not appreciate the value of something when we have it. He was thinking if he had done the same mistake too. He was sitting all by himself, staring at nothing. He had so many emotions and thoughts cluttered inside him, still he could not focus on any particular emotion to feel. “What should I feel at this moment?”, he asked himself. But no one answered him. The “other voice” inside his head, which always joins him in thoughtful conversations, was silent for some reason. Maybe there were so many noises of the memories flying by, the other voice did not dare to speak.
There was a guilty feelings inside him though. He could feel it. There had to be. Why was he so much rough with her when she called the last time, when she wanted to see him for the last time. She was weak and dying. Still her voice lit up when she heard him. So many years have passed since they have talked. He cannot deny that he had waited for that phone call for too long, he waited to talk to her. Despite when he heard her, a hidden anger consumed him. He went back to that day, that last day, at the church. Her daughter, Emma, requested him to visit the hospital once. But he did not, not until it was too late. He was in that church again, almost after forty years of avoiding this place. He was here again mourning, all by himself.
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