Dad is a Buddhist, or he claims to be one Was an atheist, but the setbacks of life won Into mysticism he plunges, from his life I was expunged.
Gone is the towering figure now mired in the life bitter. To the 25 statues my dad kneels, the trauma of bankruptcy never heals.
Is this the man who used to sing me to sleep? Now, in mysticism so deep. My dad devoutly listens to a hierarch whose pseudo-science he treats as Noah’s Ark.
For hours he drives to a religious session, never seen at the parents’ section though to come he gave his word. "I forgot," he said
Once a dignified man, now sapped of sanity: "Why wear masks? Covid is illusory." Which is to blame, I don’t know: religion or dissipated ambition.
Author Bio: Winnie Lam Wai is a final-year English major. She documents life as she experiences it. Twenty-one years into the world, she remains easily intrigued and perplexed. A habit of writing forces her to confront personal and communal trauma face-to-face and empowers her to move on and make sense of humanity.