Fatherless

I just know his name,

But I never had a photo of him,

Nor have I seen him.

Did being fatherless affect me?

Yes, it did.

I was violent at my tender age,

But I have never felt the absence of him,

Because I have never thought of him,

Even if I try to think

Nothing comes out,

Just his name and a blank image appear.

My mother never talks about him,

And I never bother to ask.

Now I have a stepfather,

Whom I call my dad,

I feel and love him like my real dad,

Forget about the damn blood thing.

All I care is love and affection

Which he generously pours into my family.

Now I am grown up,

Sometimes I wonder

What he does........

How does he look like?

Is he still alive?

Maybe he has passed away during the Cultural Revolution.

Does he know that?

I am under the guidance of His Holiness?

Even though, he hasn't done his responsibility as a father,

But, maybe something forced him to leave me.

I hope he is living happily wherever he is.