Talking on phone while walking in the shopping mall,
My legs lead me automatically into Cafe Havana,
My eyes scan the area searching for dad,
Tears gather up in my eyes as i realize his absence
This was his favorite cafe, he always sat there, ordering his cup of tea ..
They would serve some tiny cookies with it, and because he was diabetic
We give him 1 and we’d eat the rest.. sometimes he would trick us and eat it all !
My beloved dad, i pray you have thousands of cookies and ice-creams in heaven, with no worries about your sugar levels.