Time Just passes by….
I still remember those everlasting eleven years that I spent with the most important person of my life …… my father
　
Those days were the most wonderful years of my life ….. Those days when he first held my tiny hands and taught me how to write,
Those days when he read out my first story to me
The first time he came to my school for a parent-teacher meet.
I can never forget those days when I would sit next to the phone and wait for hours for him to call when he was away on the border fighting for the country , Searching for his face In the crowd on the railway station every time he came home for leave . The love , the affection , the tears were all returned to me in a six by two coffin , no more could I live under the protective shadow of a father , never again will I be able to smell the sweet scent of my father , never again will I be able to hug the pillow on which he lay , never again will I cry every time he went back on the border after a small holiday , never , because now …. he’s gone forever …. and all that I am left with … are memories…..
Memories will stay ….
People might not …