Tonight, i was browsing through a recipe book when a piece of paper slipped onto the floor. Written neatly on it are simple loving words and reminders of a father.
Every sentence, albeit short, touches my heart.
I read the note again and again. Being away from home, facing the many distractions and new adventures in this big big world, i almost forgot those words. Yes, my duty as a daughter slipped my mind. Yes, i almost forgot how his hair thins and grays as time passes by. And then i lost count of those wrinkles around his eyes every time he frowned when we misbehaved.
A humble, strict but loving father he is.
And I am proud to be his daughter.
I hope one day, i would make him proud too.
Simply because what they taught me: "亲爱我 孝何难"
Happy birthday, dad.
1 comment:
touched...
i dun even noe papa sent u dis, wat's dis?
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