Real and reel life

I can watch any movie again and again yet there is one which I have only seen once and never watched it again. I remember that movie so well. Where I was sitting, how much I cried while watching it, where my mom and dad were sitting.  Ah! If only I would have known that what is making me feel so sad for that little girl in that movie is going to be my life.
Life with out my father.
A few years later, I was living that life. By the end of the movie her dad came back coz it was a movie he wasn't dead.
Mine, it's real life. Real life never changes.

(I am my dad now. Kind, good hearted, helpful, life of every place I am at.
He left yet he is still here.)