Dedicated to my Late Father.

The kid's joyful laughter brought me to my senses,
as I was straggling to put names to their faces.
The feeling of guilt was overwhelming.
My efforts to try to feel at home proved fruitless.
Their gestures seem to be saying,
"welcome home, we have missed you a lot."

My cracking voice worsened my condition,
as I shake the families hands one by one.
Ever since I heard the news, I been trying
to picture how they were coping without him.
And this thought has always bothered me.

Now standing here in front of them,
with many questions running in my head,
waiting for the right moment.
Which never came?
I declare this chapter "Closed."

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