Me and my Dad
It’s not a hidden tale that my family has been jeopardized by cracks not even time can mend. I have not seen my dad for years and that blank area of my life I want to bring back. Just years ago, my Utol successfully built a stairway to connect us with our Dad, again.
The reunion was not that simple. You know how it is, all you could do is smile, stare at him, study his physical features, and observe his face you haven’t seen for ages. He grew old but still good looking like me. Lols.
I had issues with him, but that’s a thing of the past. I now understand (at least) why things happened. Why they are bound to happen. And now it’s a new chapter.
For years I kept on observing him, our differences, common qualities, and yes I see him in me. With that I become more aware that I have a dad who looks like me, who thinks like me. And I am proud of him.
Today. I still have him, even if we don’t see each other regularly, even if I don’t text him a lot. I really don’t text him because I really don’t text. But I still know that he’s there. And will always be there.
He’s my dad. And this post is for my Dad. Happy Fathers Day Papang! 