“I wish my baby is alive, and I would hear him saying ‘daddy’.”
That’s a wish of a father-could-have-been last Father’s Day. That’s what a father really is. Whatever he wishes, he never wishes something for his own good; it’s always for his child, wife, and for his family. He strives hard to earn money. He makes day as day, and night as day, just to make sure his family won’t starve. Some even imprison themselves to shame in doing the most pride-degrading jobs just to make sure his child would have a penny for school. But for loads of tacit love that they have given us for years, what have we done in return?
Inexpressive. Dictators. Life-hammerlockers. Egoistic. Cantankerous. Killjoy. That’s how we usually stereotype our dads. When girls talk about love-life, the mother agrees, while the father does otherwise. Why? Because mothers know what’s love, while fathers know what life is. What’s my point? We neglect the nice side of our dads.
Our dads are inexpressive, but would shout at us just to say that not all love is meant to our lives. Our dads are dictators indeed, for they even dictate God to guard us every time that they’re not around. They’re really born as life-hammerlockers, for they’ll never let us go when they know that were not ready yet. So egoistic they are, selfish as we may call them, for they would really insist what they want and would ignore our tears, as long as they know that their choice would bring us to better outcome. Cantankerous maybe, but have you realized how patient they had been when were still newborn babies, taking refuge to their shoulders while they’re standing still, waiting for us to burp? Killjoy, as what we name our dads to our friends. But did once in your life, you made an act that would give your dad a certain happiness that would last? Remember, when your still a child, your dad always buy you balloons an ice cream to paint a smile on your face; is that killjoy?
Now, see how great our dads are? They love us more than anyone.They never wished to be respected, but they wish that we would learn the virtue of respecting. They never wished to be understood, but they wish that we would learn how to openly understand the people around us. They never wish to be praised, but they wish that we would appreciate their overflowing love to us.
Last Father’s Day, I heard my dad’s wish. He said: “I wish I could txt my dad a Happy Father’s Day”. I really want to do my dad’s wish, but that’s impossible. First, my Lolo don’t have a cell phone, second, he’s already dead.
Our dad is the foundation of our family, and showed love to us not only by words, but also by sweat and blood. I wish all of us would give some efforts to show them how much we love them. A piece of ‘I love you’ would never be enough, unless you stand by what you said with all of your heart. I you haven’t greeted you’re dad a ‘Happy Father’s Day’ yet, well, it’s never too late to greet him if you greet him now.
