That someone, taught me how to speak,
That someone, taught me how to whistle,
That someone, taught me how to cycle,
That someone, taught me how to draw,
That someone, taught me how to be independant,
That someone, taught me everything,
That someone, is my Daddy.
Recently, Dad came back for a visit since he was having his break from work. He arrived last Friday and *snap* he's leaving tonight. D:
Back then when I was younger, I use to dislike my dad a lot.
He was a very bad-tempered man, who uses force on his children and doesn't listen to anyone. He always thinks he's right in everyway, doesn't wanna accept people's advice, says harsh words that hurts our feelings, vulgary was the only language he speaks and hangs out with his friends all day and night.
When I was form three, I was a rebellious kid. I hanged out with a bunch of losers that treat me like trash. They didn't even treat me as a friend. Maybe I was just nobody, that's all. The point is, I was at a growing stage. I believe every girl in form three nowadays had a relationship before. Even kids in primary school does have a partners too. Cute. So I was one of them back then, I got myself into a relationship. They guy, X was older than me by 2/3 years. I couldn't recall. I was naive and pure minded. Enjoying moments with X was the only thing in mind.
One day, I called along my best friend, C to skip school with me. I wanted to skip school was because to go look for X. Since C was my best friends, of course she agreed. So we went all the way to Subang just to look for X. C took the opportunity to look for her bf too. Suddenly we received an unknown call, we answered the call and found out it was our school's disciplinary teacher. Someone told her, they saw us but didn't attend for school.
We were so busted, so we quickly took a cab back to school so that the teacher wouldn't call our parents. Yea right, as if they won't. I told you, we were naive. So we manage to arrive school before school ends, C's parents were there but mine didn't turn up. Phew, so I thought I'd escape from the scoldings and nagging.
Who knows, when I reach home. Dad called up, he said, "Where are you girl ? Its okay, next tmie don't do it anymore. " and bla bla bla. So I thought I really escaped this whole shit. One night, I was talking on the phone with X secretly in my room. BAAM ! My door flung open wide. I looked up, a man standing at my doorway. It was my Dad. He took my phone and slam it on the floor without mercy. He gave me a few slaps on my face till reds flowing out from my nostrils.
I begged to be forgiven, but he didn't care. Dad continues to hit me. He asked me to stop contacting X and concentrate on my studies. I was so mad at him, and wanted to tell him that he doesn't even care about us. All he knows is to hang out with his lousy friends that make him drunk every night. I didn't have the guts, so I continued getting hit.
Until the moment my Dad finally shut down his business and left Malaysia to Dubai for work, I finally realise how important his presence was. He was the person that supported my siblings and I in everyway, studies, food, accomodation, transport etc. He was the one that gave us life, gave us family, gave us every essential things in life. Until today, I never dislike him anymore. Although he still has his attitude with him, I could just forgive him cause he'll always be my daddy. He's genius and a hero in our hearts.
This post is dedicated to my Dad, Happy Father's Day !
p/s : We love you ♥
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