I fell asleep quickly in the room fit for four people. Outside, the lights of towering buildings close to Vancouver’s False Creek shined like beacons at night.
Then I woke up, with such intense loneliness and longing for my dad. Such longing that I have not felt for a long, long time. I longed for his presence, for him to be next to me, for him tell me that things will be alright. I was curled up in bed, hiding almost under the blankets, and felt the world was so empty. Then tears rolled and streaked from one eye to another, as I was on my side.
Perhaps it is seeing my cousin alone, and somehow his sense of being alone here has rubbed off on me.
