I still remember last Chinese New Year. It was only a few days after the fight my dad had with my grandpa. The fight that I could hear from my room and over the music I had one. The fight that started everything. As we sat down for Chinese New Year dinner, everyone could feel the tension and unhappiness. It was like a wall that wouldn’t go away. Then a week later, my grandpa bought a ticket to my aunts house in Trinidad. It’s also where he passed away a few weeks later. My dad never got to fix things, he never got to say bye, and very single day I can see how sad he is over it. I still catch him sitting in my grandpas room and wiping his tears. I hate to think this is the first cny without him. I hate that the last feeling I had towards him was this fight is your fault, I hate the last thing I said to him was bye, have a safe trip, I hate that I never told him I love you regardless how many times I disagreed with him. I hate whenever people bring him up, I get emotional. This is the biggest thing I regret from 2012. And it’s something I’ll regret forever.
