I knocked my head a little and blame my selfish self for not remembering Father's Day that is already approaching.
Well, this is not the first time. And I know my dad never minded how we used to "celebrate" Father's Day with him - a simple eat-out dinner. When was the last time we ate out...
Oh! Yesterday.
Before I go on bragging how disgraced I am, let's go back to "brag about your dad." My dad.
He hasn't finished primary school. And he wasn't really ashamed of it. When I was young, about 8 or 9 years old, he used to share with me his stories that begin with "those days..." Those days not everyone gets to attend school. Being the second youngest of the 15-children family, he almost didn't have the choice. Yet, he did not give up. Dad sometimes brags about his experience of attending night school (at age 7) when his boss - yea, he was working at that time - was paying for his school fees. And that lasted for like a year.
Soon, dad was messing around in the capital city of Malaysia. As a teenager he came to K.L. to look for better opportunity. At that time, mom was already following this young man, trusting that he'll bring a bright future. Maybe that was the highest hope that most lower classes people can get to.
Fast forwarding the picture, you now see a man with a wife, a house, a lorry, two cars, four dogs, and five boys.
That man, my friends, is my dad. Nothing big, nothing significant that this man has really brought to the world.
But this man gave me the world.
I used to think that dad is a superman without his cape (literally, I asked him when I was young), because he knew almost anything that I can name. And oh, sorry, my kindergarten teachers, my dad made those models.
A stack of styrofoams, color papers and some glue - you'll get a ferrari.
Some leftover plasters and wood sticks, plus some creativity - you'll get a robot.
A phone call - and you'll get to skip the LRT.
A frowny face - and you'll get a treat at KCF.
An empty wallet - and you'll get a cash-filled wallet.
This is my dad. Nothing more than ordinary, but he is the best man I have ever met. He has never failed me, nor anyone in the family. Even things that he cannot do, he strives his best to provide the alternatives. There isn't really big achievements that I can brag about my dad. Unlike those comments that I read from "brag about your dad" - my dad was not the A-15 pilot during WWII; he didn't hold any degree; he is no manager of any named company; and he cannot speak English; he is just my dad.
Yet, he loves us more than he loves himself.
If I must brag about my dad, he will be the most ordinary superman on Earth.
Thank you, dad. And I won't wish him "Happy Father's Day" here, since he can't even understand a word I wrote. But, I know he wouldn't mind. We will still end up having a simple eat-out dinner at McDonald's.
For those whom you share the same touch I had from a father, I pray you continue to love him as much as I do. To all the dads out there (who knew how to read English), have a blessed Father's Day.
