:: My Dad ::
tonight, i dedicate this post to my dad. that's right. he turns 49 today, and although he's not the best dad around, i just want to say, I LOVE YOU, DADDY!
that's my dad in his younger days... quite a looker, don't you think? people tell me i look like him all the time *hint hint* hahahaha... but yea... according to my mom, he was one of the yan-daos back then... actually, he doesn't look too bad now... really! he doesn't! those of you who have seen him before will know what i mean...
anyhow... i hardly get to spend time with my dad anymore, and sometimes i do miss him... it's tough spending time with him, maybe it's partly my fault, too... *shrugz* he comes home from work late each night... has a quick dinner (if he hasn't already eaten) then goes to his room to watch the telly or read the papers... he dedicates his weekends to golf and nothing else... which is why i don't see him much... except in the morning when the whole family wakes and gets ready to start the day... but that doesn't really count... noone is awake enough to hold a proper conversation!
but i have my memories... my dad wasn't always this busy with his life... i remember...back when i was still in primary school... dad would always be the first one up, wash up, then rouse me from my sleep in the wee hours of the morning... after which he would proceed to the kitchen to make ME breakfast! even though we had a maid, dad still did these things for me... so each morning after doning my school uniform, a nice, hot breakfast would be waiting for me... though i didn't appreciate it much then... now that i think about it (and when dad doesn't do it any longer), i realise how much i miss it... or how much of his love and concern was showered on me... i used to detest my breakfast... felt it was the same, boring old thing each and every single day... this may sound cliche... but... it's true. you don't really know the value of something till you lose it. that's how i feel about my dad's breakfasts... my brother will never know this feeling, coz dad never made him any...
i miss dad's breakfasts...
tonight, i dedicate this post to my dad. that's right. he turns 49 today, and although he's not the best dad around, i just want to say, I LOVE YOU, DADDY!
that's my dad in his younger days... quite a looker, don't you think? people tell me i look like him all the time *hint hint* hahahaha... but yea... according to my mom, he was one of the yan-daos back then... actually, he doesn't look too bad now... really! he doesn't! those of you who have seen him before will know what i mean...
anyhow... i hardly get to spend time with my dad anymore, and sometimes i do miss him... it's tough spending time with him, maybe it's partly my fault, too... *shrugz* he comes home from work late each night... has a quick dinner (if he hasn't already eaten) then goes to his room to watch the telly or read the papers... he dedicates his weekends to golf and nothing else... which is why i don't see him much... except in the morning when the whole family wakes and gets ready to start the day... but that doesn't really count... noone is awake enough to hold a proper conversation!
but i have my memories... my dad wasn't always this busy with his life... i remember...back when i was still in primary school... dad would always be the first one up, wash up, then rouse me from my sleep in the wee hours of the morning... after which he would proceed to the kitchen to make ME breakfast! even though we had a maid, dad still did these things for me... so each morning after doning my school uniform, a nice, hot breakfast would be waiting for me... though i didn't appreciate it much then... now that i think about it (and when dad doesn't do it any longer), i realise how much i miss it... or how much of his love and concern was showered on me... i used to detest my breakfast... felt it was the same, boring old thing each and every single day... this may sound cliche... but... it's true. you don't really know the value of something till you lose it. that's how i feel about my dad's breakfasts... my brother will never know this feeling, coz dad never made him any...
i miss dad's breakfasts...
posted by Lynette at 8:25 am
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