I chose the wrong path. I knew that it is going to kill me but I stayed. I didn't even budge while getting hurt. Today, I don't get the recognition that I used to get. Still, I'm happy the way it is. I've kept in mind that I'll try to accept it sincerely. But now it is shattering as my daddy said that I've disappoint him. This marks that I've taken away his smile which he used to carve on every time I made him proud. He was not proud of me, anymore. I've told my heart that it's okay, it doesn't matter. But why da heck the tears keep falling?