It's Not Over Yet

Golden orange, the twilight sky open in its endless path as Raka walked slowly on the perimeter of lake. The wind whispered in his ear low; the smell of wet earth after the rain this afternoon. He sat on the still water, which mirrored his face down to the man that used be so full of life; at the crossroads between memories and reality.

If today is the one year that father left. He had Raka to believe that after months had long passed, the hole from his heart would close. Yet, in truth that ache was still there just hidden by the busyness and the sit-face he showed to the world.

"Rak, you have to be stronger," the feint voice called out and brought him back. In the same vicinity, Aira his sister stood with a fake smile just beside him.

I “have,” Raka said (to the other woman), “but it is like I am still living in this day.

Aira walked towards her. "Because not over yet.

Raka took a huge breath in. He knew what Aira was saying. Father left, but this far from being the end. It was simply another chapter they needed to face in a different matter. The mother who still needs them, the father yet to have his dream fulfilled.

"Can we?" Raka said quietly.

Hmmm, maybe it was true. But he knew that he was not walking alone.