Tears burst out of farouq's small eyes. It wasn't his fault he spilt the tea on the table and floor.

The table was too high up for him, and the mug, filled to the brink, was too heavy for his small hands.

Unwillingly and sad, farouq took out his shirt, obeying his commands, and started to wipe the spilt tea. Tears rolled down, he didn't ate his dinner that night. Starved through the night, he can't wait for tomorrow.

The next day, farouq and his sisters got into the shabby old red Volkswagen Beetle, to be sent home to Mama's place. He didn't say a word to his Papa, he was shocked still about being scolded for yesterday's incident. He stared out the window,silently, while his sisters were chitchatting.

When they arrived at Mama's, farouq ran and hugged Mama with his small arms. He misses Mama and wished she was there when Papa scolded him. While his sisters bid farewell to Papa, farouq just couldn't let go of Mama. He didn't even said goodbye to Papa. Little did he knew, that was the last time he was ever going to see him.

14 years passed. A matured, grown up farouq is now living his life as a normal teenager. No longer he questioned the absence of a father figure around, Mama was both his mom and dad.

Raised well, he loved Mama and respects the elderly. He had just finished taking his SPM examinations. He is satisfied with his life.

On the 17th January 2010, he woke up around 11am. Tired from yesterday's work, he overslept.

He woke up, expecting a good day. His morning was destroyed by a call. Papa. Who? Ouh, that guy. He never thought he would hear from Papa again. And he never really wanted to.

To farouq, Papa is no longer around. He had been missing from his life for 14years, never cared about him and his sisters, and now, Papa wants back? He just didnt like the idea. He felt like an abandoned child, too hard to be taken care of, and maybe, too troublesome. Was i,Papa?

Well, its too late for you. Im sorry, but i just can't let you in my life again. It's just too hard.

You got your family, and I've got mine. And I'm not leaving them. Savvy?

p/s=to whoever's reading, tell me, what would YOU have done, if you were in my place? cbox to the right! :)