Ok. Yes. I know. I'm posting on the same day. *GASP* If you actually noticed that, give yourself a pat on the back for having nothing better to do!
In the last post I said I wouldn't talk about fathers even though it was father's day (even though I uploaded that half-an-hour late). Well, now it's not father's day anymore!
Dad, father, papa, daddy. We call him by so many names. The head of the family; in most households. (Yay for stereotypes?). Since you were a baby, he was fascinated with the idea of you. He was so eager for you to grow up, to show you the world and what it holds in store for us. He would sit you down on his knee to tie your shoe laces. *make a bow and then knot it* How was it that when you tied them, they literally couldn't come undone for the whole day, but when I did, they would loosen up in minutes?
Every morning, you would open the car door and gesture me inside. I felt so special! On my way home, you would ask me about my day. Every day. God, I used to get so annoyed on the days that weren't so good. But you never forgot. Now I understand that you cared about what I had to say. Thank you for that. I hated those long hours you made me get up early in the morning to teach me maths. But I had no idea how much it'd help me. Now I do. The first time you told me about the Fibonacci series, I thought you were speaking alien. Now, it just seems so easy. Sometimes I would tell you the answer and you'd say it was wrong. I would go over the problem multiple times but I would still get the same answer. You confused me so often. That was your way of teaching me to answer confidently. I can't say that I learned from it, but I am working on my confidence. Thanks for giving me the little nudge I needed dad. I can't even explain the joy I felt that day when you got the mathematics problem wrong and I got it right. I loved the way that you just wouldn't accept defeat. But I knew! I gloated a lot. I remember staying up late at night with you to watch scary movies even when mom told me to go to sleep. I always got scared, no matter how stupid the movie was. You would always reassure me saying, "You don't need to be afraid of ghosts, I am the king of ghosts!" I never believed you and thought you to be delusional (just kidding) but I really did appreciate the thought. (Deep for a 9 year old).
P.S. I will never forget the time you accidentally put salt instead of sugar in my milk. I drank about half of it before I told mom because I didn't want to make you feel bad. God, I almost threw up that day. Nevermind!
Now we're separated by oceans and you still manage to call me every day. My shoelaces still come undone, I open my own car door, I tell mom about my day; even if she doesn't ask, I still suck at maths (sorry, but I'm trying. Just being honest!) and scary movies still scare me.
Thank you Dad, for always being there for me. I miss your weird little dances!
-V
In the last post I said I wouldn't talk about fathers even though it was father's day (even though I uploaded that half-an-hour late). Well, now it's not father's day anymore!
Dad, father, papa, daddy. We call him by so many names. The head of the family; in most households. (Yay for stereotypes?). Since you were a baby, he was fascinated with the idea of you. He was so eager for you to grow up, to show you the world and what it holds in store for us. He would sit you down on his knee to tie your shoe laces. *make a bow and then knot it* How was it that when you tied them, they literally couldn't come undone for the whole day, but when I did, they would loosen up in minutes?
Every morning, you would open the car door and gesture me inside. I felt so special! On my way home, you would ask me about my day. Every day. God, I used to get so annoyed on the days that weren't so good. But you never forgot. Now I understand that you cared about what I had to say. Thank you for that. I hated those long hours you made me get up early in the morning to teach me maths. But I had no idea how much it'd help me. Now I do. The first time you told me about the Fibonacci series, I thought you were speaking alien. Now, it just seems so easy. Sometimes I would tell you the answer and you'd say it was wrong. I would go over the problem multiple times but I would still get the same answer. You confused me so often. That was your way of teaching me to answer confidently. I can't say that I learned from it, but I am working on my confidence. Thanks for giving me the little nudge I needed dad. I can't even explain the joy I felt that day when you got the mathematics problem wrong and I got it right. I loved the way that you just wouldn't accept defeat. But I knew! I gloated a lot. I remember staying up late at night with you to watch scary movies even when mom told me to go to sleep. I always got scared, no matter how stupid the movie was. You would always reassure me saying, "You don't need to be afraid of ghosts, I am the king of ghosts!" I never believed you and thought you to be delusional (just kidding) but I really did appreciate the thought. (Deep for a 9 year old).
P.S. I will never forget the time you accidentally put salt instead of sugar in my milk. I drank about half of it before I told mom because I didn't want to make you feel bad. God, I almost threw up that day. Nevermind!
Now we're separated by oceans and you still manage to call me every day. My shoelaces still come undone, I open my own car door, I tell mom about my day; even if she doesn't ask, I still suck at maths (sorry, but I'm trying. Just being honest!) and scary movies still scare me.
Thank you Dad, for always being there for me. I miss your weird little dances!
-V
