We choose our own parents
Daddy, your little girl has grown up. Last time you met her, she was merely a spoiled girl. She only begged you for extra pocket money, yeah yeah…”But Pa…I need to buy more books.” “Pa, I cannot afford this lipstick without extra pocket money from you.” “Pa, my business did not run well, I’m as poor as a church mouse now.” “Pa, my date is Yosi, not Yoyo anymore!!!!” “Pa, where is my pocket money? I want it NOW!!!” “Pa, I will have 2 exams tomorrow, so I want you to ring me in the morning, at 8.45 before I have my morning exam. At 12.00 when I finish the first one. At 12.45 before the second exam, and at 4 when I finish the second one. Then at night.”…good grief…see how spoil I was. How could you stand your spoiled little girl dad? If I were you, I might let her cries all day long. But you didn’t. You simply laughed and said that I was a debt collector. Then you asked your secretary to wire some money for me. Sorry Pa, now I know that I was a spoiled one.
Daddy, do you remember how you treated me when I was small? How you took me for shopping and I could chose whatever I wanted. Do you know why I love shoes dad? You made me love them since I was 5, with your birthday gift, a pair of yellow sandals. Those are the most comfortable and beautiful pair I ever had in my life, my first bright yellow pair of sandals, with huge flowers on them. They made me feel grown up, sure in the eyes of a 5 year old girl. Yes, I recall you also gave me a big jar of colourful sweets on my 5th birthday.
Do you also remember how we fought for a bar of chocolate? You brought me one, I bit once but then you ate the rest. Oh daddy, I miss you badly. Sure, I remember all handkerchiefs you gave me, Sanrio from Japan. All girls were jealous. These memories kill me. I can never forget you.
Dad, a friend of mine sent me an article. On that article is written that we chose our own parents. I couldn’t understand it before, but I guess I understood it now. I chose you and mum as my beloved parents. Parents who shower me with love, I must had made merits in my previous life so I could have you both in this life.
I cannot lean my head on your shoulder anymore. I cannot tickle your back. I cannot lay my head on your laps like I used to do. It’s all gone. Nothing’s left, but the memories of you.
Daddy, do you remember how you treated me when I was small? How you took me for shopping and I could chose whatever I wanted. Do you know why I love shoes dad? You made me love them since I was 5, with your birthday gift, a pair of yellow sandals. Those are the most comfortable and beautiful pair I ever had in my life, my first bright yellow pair of sandals, with huge flowers on them. They made me feel grown up, sure in the eyes of a 5 year old girl. Yes, I recall you also gave me a big jar of colourful sweets on my 5th birthday.
Do you also remember how we fought for a bar of chocolate? You brought me one, I bit once but then you ate the rest. Oh daddy, I miss you badly. Sure, I remember all handkerchiefs you gave me, Sanrio from Japan. All girls were jealous. These memories kill me. I can never forget you.
Dad, a friend of mine sent me an article. On that article is written that we chose our own parents. I couldn’t understand it before, but I guess I understood it now. I chose you and mum as my beloved parents. Parents who shower me with love, I must had made merits in my previous life so I could have you both in this life.
I cannot lean my head on your shoulder anymore. I cannot tickle your back. I cannot lay my head on your laps like I used to do. It’s all gone. Nothing’s left, but the memories of you.
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