My dad turned one year older a couple days ago.
Growing up, I wouldn't say that I was emotionally close to my dad. He is a very hardworking person and he went out of town every month to follow up on his projects. Our dinner table usually consisted of my siblings, my mom and my grandmother. Thus, whenever dad came back from his one-week work trip, we always gave him a huge hug while reaching into his pocket searching for some free airline's candies.
I love my dad in a way that is so much different from my mom. I always sit beside him on a dinner table and slept beside him every night when I was a kid cause that's what safety and comfort feel like. I always made sure I spooned out all the carrots from my soup and gave it to him cause I know how much he loves carrots. Whenever we kids did a mistake, he never once yelled at us or laid a hand on us.
My mom always told us kids to always love our dads because he had sacrificed a lot of his time to work for our family. Thanks to him, we are able to enjoy the fruits of his hard work. Thanks to him, I get a lot of privileges that my school mates don't. Thanks to him, I received education from a first world country and experienced a life that he never gets in this life.
When I was in college, I called my dad once a month. It was a short call cause he always had something to do and I never really confided in him cause I didn't want to add to his burden. When covid finally hit, I spent a lot of time at home with my dad. He taught me a lot of about work and life lessons. That was also when I grew closer to my dad, observing his habits and personality. Now, there is no day goes by that I didn't talk to him. I should really thank covid for my relationship with my dad.
I am counting months till I finally left my house for good. To dad, I could only wish for a healthier and happier life. I hope that even if I have my own family in the future, I will never forget what it feels like to be a daddy's little girl.