“Be kind to thy father,
for when thou wert young,
Who loved thee so fondly as he?
He caught the first accents that fell from thy tongue,
And joined in thy innocent glee.”
– Margaret Courtney
” Daddy, Happy Father’s Day, you eating bakuteh?” I greeted my dad this morning. We just had dinner last night and didn’t want to ply up Sungai Long just to have breakfast. For us, everyday is a happy day. However, I knew that short greeting over the phone was enough for dad to brag about at the breakfast table.
My dad is the sweetest and nicest dad in the world. He was only earning a meagre RM90 a month when my eldest brother and I was born. He was back then a coolie carrying big gunny sacks of rice for a wholesaler in Leboh Ampang. We were known as “the advanced” family. Mom’s sundries and groceries were all paid on dad’s advance on the next month’s pay.
He did well and progressed on to be a clerk, soon a salesman earning plenty trust with his employers. Made partners and earned a comfortable salary bringing up all of us.
I am so proud of him, for someone who had no formal education, he is pretty well read and respectable. Because he went through much hardship, dad treats everyone well. Our maid gets her daily breakfast and a packet of teh tarik.
Vanity is in thy name.
Afternoon siesta helps make dad keep his youth and cheerfulness.
My father-in-law is a shy guy and man of few words. That was my impression of him, the very first time I met him 3 years ago.
Today, I find him more relaxed and at ease socialising with family and friends. I look forward to having my morning breakfast with him whenever we are back in Tanjung Minyak, Malacca. Deep inside, I know all fathers love to show off their happiness to the neighbourhood at coffee shops.
“My wife asked me to write something about my dad but the truth is I don’t know him that well. You see, my dad’s not particularly articulate and definitely not the kind who talks about “stuff”. But he could finish a bottle of fine cognac in one sitting, all by himself. That much I know is true.”– Stevie Chan
When boys become men because of fatherhood, a sacred chance to really understand how they have had been loved by their dad. But no matter how adult a father is, they are always boys at heart.
Fargo is currently on a summer road trip with his family. I chanced on this photo posted by Shauna on FB a few days back.
…. in good times,
….. in bad times,
I’ll be on your side forever more…..
I am thankful that Stevie is a better father to my princess Adrienne not in material solace but as a true friend to share joy and happiness of growing up.
Happy Father’s Day!