Most of us have the privilege to be loved by a father (and my heart goes to those who doesn't), for a father's love is entirely a different play of emotions compared to a mother's one. At least, it is to me. So, to say that I am damn lucky to have both kinds of love is probably an understatement.
I do not always have this feeling of extreme love towards my dad. Most of the time, I am contented to just pay him worthy respect and obedience that a daughter should give. Sadly, this means he doesn't often get his much deserved affection and and expressions of love. And we both know the reason behind this lack display of affection. Yes, we both have big egos. And our egos can't stand hugs, kisses and I Love You's. Not always.
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| My dad - Our pillar for Life |
Now, how should I describe him? Well, I could start by telling you all of his virtues and go on for hours. But, I rather not. At least, not to that extent. I guess it should suffice that I tell you that he does own some flaws, but his goodness far outweighs that. His goodness far outweighs everything.
At this moment (in which I am still in a contemplative state of mind), I'm mentally flipping through my memories of him, those prior of me coming to the States. And the one memory that finally comes to a sudden stand still in my head is the one of few hours before I depart. Hours that both of us thought would be aplenty to say our goodbyes, but because of Fate's playful game, we failed to do that. To say that I had a bad day before I board for my flight would be the most lenient term that I could settle with. Because you could only empathize me if you were in my shoes. In short, that day was certainly not a good day for any of us, not because I'm about to leave, but rather because how I left them. If given the chance, I would leave my loved ones, especially my dad, a proper day to remember of me leaving for abroad on my own, for the first time. I would not have left him, all exhausted for rushing me to catch my plane (damn you traffic, thunderstorm & stalled engine!). I would not have left him, all shocked for having me to leave so fast prior to my tentative flight time. Above all, I want more time to hug him a million more times. (One measly, rushed hug is so bloody unfair for both of us).
Anyway, now that I'm finally here, those moments almost seem passe, insignificant. Because over here, things like that doesn't seem to matter. But, I do hope that both of us could bitch and moan about that, one day. Just for entertainment's sake. LOL.
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| Nothing beats my dad's laughter |
Right now, all I could think of is how lucky I am to have a dad like him. Truly, I am. And to think back to those younger days of mine, when I used to moan about about his seemingly insignificant lectures and scoldings. I wish to have those moments back. Times when he dares to give me a proper, authoritative reprimand. Now that I'm considered a proper lady, he chose to treat me as one. Not exactly terrible, but I am starting to lose the feeling of being his baby girl. But, I shall not complaint, because my dad knows what he's doing. He's done it all the time. All he needs is our trust on him to lead our lives in this world. And here I am, trusting him for life. Love you, Papa. Counting the moments to see you back at home.
PS: I'm being good, and so must you.
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