He's getting Older.....
My dad was here yesterday, I mean, he was in KK, so I took the chance during my lunch time to meet up with the man I love so much in my life...As I walk down the stairs from my office, my mind started working on possible and logical excuses to tell my dad for not being home as often...emm, dad, I'm quite busy these days...or, dad, I was home recently la....or, dad...I'll be home for a week on Zale's wedding...those kind of excuses....and I was glad, and I know that I can get away with either one of these excuses...
I walked slow, actually, still thinking....and then, I saw him, I saw my dad waiting for me at the corner of the block...he smiled when he saw me, and it was clearly visible to my eyes that he has aged...He looks healthy though, and that I know he has been watching his diet very carefully...His face is radiant, but even with his charming smile, he can't just hide all the wrinkles on his face....It made me so sad suddenly to realize that the man who has raised me up is getting older....
This is normal...I'm not getting any younger myself...and I can't stop myself or anyone else from aging...I used to wake up crying when I was young whenever I dream about my parents being old and about to leave us...and I remember praying to God, to let my parents stay young and healthy...well, at least I'm relieve that my parents don't drink nor smoke and they don't have any serious health problem...I'm so proud of them...
I gave my dad a little pat on his shoulder and we walked side by side...talked about life, about my work and he told me things back home in KB...I don't remember when was the last time we had a long chat...I'm missing a lot of things...my childhood memories, the image of my dad when we were younger...the way he raised us up...all are priceless....I don't wish upon stars or moon that I could stop time for a while and stop him from getting even older...I just wish I could have more and more memories with him..and of course with my mum....I love them very much, they are my life....
I walked slow, actually, still thinking....and then, I saw him, I saw my dad waiting for me at the corner of the block...he smiled when he saw me, and it was clearly visible to my eyes that he has aged...He looks healthy though, and that I know he has been watching his diet very carefully...His face is radiant, but even with his charming smile, he can't just hide all the wrinkles on his face....It made me so sad suddenly to realize that the man who has raised me up is getting older....
This is normal...I'm not getting any younger myself...and I can't stop myself or anyone else from aging...I used to wake up crying when I was young whenever I dream about my parents being old and about to leave us...and I remember praying to God, to let my parents stay young and healthy...well, at least I'm relieve that my parents don't drink nor smoke and they don't have any serious health problem...I'm so proud of them...
I gave my dad a little pat on his shoulder and we walked side by side...talked about life, about my work and he told me things back home in KB...I don't remember when was the last time we had a long chat...I'm missing a lot of things...my childhood memories, the image of my dad when we were younger...the way he raised us up...all are priceless....I don't wish upon stars or moon that I could stop time for a while and stop him from getting even older...I just wish I could have more and more memories with him..and of course with my mum....I love them very much, they are my life....