The Road Walker

I am passing through a school gate. I am walking alone but not lonely.  flowers are throwing perfumes in the street, looks like the rain is above to start. Dogs are playing with each other with a ball in their mouths. The vegetable wender seems happy because he is reaching home early emptying his basket. I went to the park for my evening jogging.  In the park, There is a young man trying to help with the walking of a 6-month-old.  Next to them There  I can see the daughter and father feeding the birds with some cereal. Next to them, I saw the laughter of a daughter and a father where the father is trying to help her with the cycle.  Next to them is A middle-aged man trying to do the exercise but failing with no experience the girl next to him is trying hard to help him. Next to them, there are two people planting some trees on the ground and asking others to plant. Next to them, I see a girl surprising a middle-aged man with a cupcake and a candle on it saying, Happy birthday Daddy. Everything seems normal But, I saw a girl of my age sitting alone. The tattoo on her hand is the same as mine realizing that is me who is watching all the events of me and my father from a 6-month-old to 60 years. suddenly a female voice called my name out loud. Then I woke up from my dream to my mother’s voice. Realizing my father died when I am 6 months old in the park. Now I am just imagining my life with my father up to 60 years old. It felt so real but same time unreal. But I am happy at least I lived my life fullest in my dream. so I can dream about greater things in my life with the support of my father from heaven.