Dad

I am not particularly close to my dad albeit many people feel I resemble my dad.
I am not my dad's favourite child amongst my siblings and I couldn't help myself being a green eye monster when my dad did it so obviously. Nevertheless, I never asked my mum why nor blamed my dad for the "unfair treatment". We indeed were very poor at that point of time, but I respect my dad for being the sole bread winner.

Perhaps I am a quiet person or maybe because of our legacy, we are not good to express our loves but we know deep inside our hearts, we care a lot and mean a great deal to each other. When I was still young, I used my pocket money to buy flowers, cakes or make cards for my mum & dad to show my gratitude to them. Now, we all have grown up and we don't do that anymore. We "substitute" with money as an act of love & concern.

Almost a month I did not speak to my parents until I dropped my dad a call in past 2 weeks. I know he's working and living by himself in Ipoh at current. I know he has to work till wee hours, bearing with the pain from bone spur yet nobody is taking care of him, I worry and heartache to learn that fact. Tears linger in my eyes after I hung up.

I wish I could do more as a child to thank a father in whatever possible.