Risen from the Dead

Normally, my mind would wander here and there and would envisage different things that only I would know. Yesterday however, that 3-minute or so moment has made a significant effect on me and even now, I’m still stuck in wonder. It was rather bizarre for me to think about him at that moment, unforeseen. As I write this, I can’t help myself but sigh in between words and phrases I could conjure.

I have never met him nor seen him even from afar. I have no certain knowledge about his family nor the people connected to him; his whereabouts nor his physiognomic features where I have probably gotten half of what I have, if not mostly. All I know is that, he has got two legs, a head connected to his neck, he is certainly a person, and he has a one lucky (or unlucky) male gamete which made it through my mother’s womb and consequently ,I was conceived.

For 27 years I have managed not to ask myself, what is it like to have him in my life. When I was younger, it was a dream for me that one day in the future, I will see him. But my hopes had vanished in thin air long before I had dreamed of it, like a kite just propelled in the atmosphere and already shattered by a strong gust of wind and never made it through the apparent horizon to soar high.

I have seen my dream died. Cold. Inanimate.

Until yesterday, it had risen from the dead.