“Remember to lock your door before going to bed!”
“Will do, dad!”
“Be careful and take care of yourself. You know what I mean,
right?”
“Yes, dad”
“Yes, dad”
That was his attempt to warn me about the intruders/strangers
and perhaps boys :-) I
nodded rapidly so that he would stop talking about it. I guessed being fourteen
and sort, that kind of conversation just seemed too cumbersome especially
coming from my dad.
It was our first time traveling together, in fact several thousand
miles away from home, to drop me off for a high school. My brother always
wanted to study in that town and I didn’t mind following his footsteps. That
was the town where my father spent his teenage year when he first migrated from
China. He lived with his aunt and her family. My father grew up in the small
village in Tao Yen Village in China. He spent most of his childhood with his
grandma and when the time came, he immigrated and decided to live with his aunt.
Even though, he grew up without much love from his parents,
my father was known by his kindness and warm personality. His attentiveness and
wisdom somehow still echoes in my heart. His endless love has shaped who I am
today. He was always there to listen to us and stood behind what we had decided even though he
might not agree with our decisions.
“There is nothing that I can give you but knowledge.”
“I know ...”
“Study well and once you can stand on your own
feet, please lend your hands to your own brothers and sisters.”
“I will …” –That was my promise to him before he passed away
…And I was eighteen years old.
Years later, I stood in front of his photo, I still could vividly recall
all of the moments that I have shared with him. Even in that photo, his smile seemed
so tender and his eyes were still so loving.
“Dad, I have taken care of my siblings and I have delivered
my promised to you.”
Shedding between tears, “Aren’t you proud of me?”
“And someday … we shall meet again and I want to be
your daughter again.”
I hope you enjoy this
journey visiting my father—a loving man that will forever lodge in my heart. He
may be somewhere in heavens but his memories will forever carved in my heart.
Happy Father’s Day,
Journey of Life
That was beautiful, and he sounds like was taught you well!
ReplyDeleteThank you Judy!
DeleteI should have written a post of father's day. I actrually didn't even think about it, was so focussed on the Daddy in this house, my hubby. Maybe next year...he does come to me, especially in dreams (he's been gone a good 18 years).
ReplyDeleteYes. Mine too ... and I felt guilty not writing about my girls' dad, my hubby :-)
DeleteCan't wait for your post --next year!
Beautiful.... I know he is very proud!
ReplyDeleteThanks Hilary. That sounded so soothing ...
DeleteThis is so beautiful!!
ReplyDeleteThank you ...
DeleteThis was so touching to read. Thank you for sharing your precious dad with us.
ReplyDeleteThank you Winnie! Really appreciate your kind words.
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