My dad, wasn't someone who would be emotional.
He was like other typical dads, such that they hold onto their man-ness/manly-ego. No doubt.
That was my impression on him when I was grewing up.
Of course, he loved his family very much. Bringing us to vacations whenever possible and spent time with us even after his tiring day at work. I thank God for that, because my brother is instilled with his values.
He would bring us to petaling street to have "guai ling gou". Even up til midnight *smiles widely showing teeth* How many parents would bring their kids out til so late? Heheee.
I don't remember hearing him praising me for soing something, maybe he did, when I was super young. So I didn't receive any words of affirmation from my dad, according to my memory.
Why I say so?
Because when I got full As for my UPSR, no one said anything, not even mom? Yea, not even mom. Getting that result was mind blowing for me.
So PMR, I was disappointed I got a B. HAHA. Carol Lee, be thankful yo.
Guess what?
I called home and dad answered, I told him about my results in an angry and disappointed tone.
That was the one moment I never forget. His voice started sounding shaky and I came to my senses to know that he was proud of his daughter, shedding tears of joy through the phone, about the imperfect results I got which was perfect to him.
It wasn't even about hearing or seeing his daughter graduate from college.
It was only PMR.
Somethings I do regret, but that is where I learn from.
An emotional wound never disappears, but it is there to remind us. Never to live in fear because of the wound, but be thankful that through love you endured the painful moments.
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