My Earthly Father

I love and respect my father.  He is a responsible husband, father and employee. 

I remember all those times when my sis and I would go grocery shopping with him, and we would all walk home with 1 or 2 bags each. 

I remember him being around at home immediately after work, to take care of us, and make sure we are well. 

I remember him quitting smoking for our sake. 

He is a thrifty man, but when I wanted to take up computer course, he sponsored me, and would get a computer for me even though during those time, computer was really a luxury item at home. 

I remember how he looked at me fondly when I woke up from my nap after a tiring swimming practice day.

I even remember how protective he is when I was being bullied by the Primary 8 boys on the school bus, and the firstand only slap I got from him because of those teenage rebellious season.

And how can I forget my first ride on the motorbike with him?

My grandma told me, how much my father doted on me, and would give way to me the moment I cry!

I also remember those hard times he went through when our family was at the breaking point, the tears I saw him shed over the situation, pain my heart even till now.

Today, while we have our reunion dinner with him, and chatted about his work, can’t helped but to respect this man even more. 

“Father, I love and respect you so much.  Thank you for always being there when we needed you.  You are the best.”