Dad
Dad
I am gonna dedicate this entry to the most important man in my life, Daddy.
Sometimes i think life is really unfair. Why must god take everything from my dad?
His career; grandma; eyes; peaceful life; and most recently, his best friend. Mum just told me about dad's pal being diagnosed with lung cancer yesterday. He has only 6 more months to live and yes, dad is devastated.
In daddy's life, he has only 2 good friends. That's why he always tells me "People need not have so many good friends, one or two is sufficient." And God is taking 1 of his good friend away in time to come. Dad has never live a good life. He was given away to my foster grandparents. Grandpa never treated him well at all. Dad fell victim to the act of his favourism. All good things naturally goes to my aunties and uncle. But never to dad. When grandpa's company flourished (dad was the major contributor btw), the credit goes to everyone. When the company was in bad shape, dad was the first to be blamed. Unfair treatment issit it? I personally think that living with my late grandpa was hell. However, i don't bear any grudges against him.
When dad was diagnosed with sicknesses as well as mascular scar 10 years ago, boy, you should have seen the number of people that shunned us. Yes, it was the beginning of dad's downfall. Imagine being reduced from a company's director to a homemaker suddenly. The sudden loss of income. And mum having to shoulder the responsibility of being the breadwinner of the family. Life was bad. Sometimes so bad till i can't bear to spent my $ for recess. And i remembered Eileen sharing her mum's homecook food with me. This gal here has a big heart. I wont forget that.
People despised my family. Sis and i fared badly in school. Dad no job. Mum struggling to hang on. Some peeps may think that it's a loss of face or embarrassed to borrow money. But I am NOT ashamed to blog this down. My family did went around borrowing money to survive, especially my dad. Because of this, everyone avoided us. At family functions, we were being isolated to one corner. What's with all these despise? I still remembered this conversation between dad and my aunty at a family reunion. My aunt was happily chatting with my other 'well-to-do' relatives. When my dad just happened to talk to her, she muttered a short reply, gave a disgusted look and turned away.
I witnessed all these right before my eyes. Dad didn't do anything. He just smile and kept quiet. That broke my heart. Dad DON'T deserve such treatment. I never spoke to her ever since. It's pointless and personally, i think it's disgusting to know that someone still behaves this way. Dearest Aunty, kindly reflect on your actions ya. Your attitude really sucks big time!
Dad grew up with his 2 pals, Alan and Jeffrey. 2005 would mark their 40 years of friendship. As what friends would always say to each other, "Let's walk down the journey of life together and by then, we will be like little old men and women enjoying our final part of life." Yes, I know that dad would be with Uncle Alan in his last walk of life. It will be a loss. A great loss. Due to cash flow problems, Dad always cooped himself up at home. There were some occasional male-bonding sessions with Alan and Jeffrey. But now, God just have to take away this little activity that he has. I blame no one cause ultimately, everything happens for a reason.
Dad is strong and i'ii be strong for him. At my age of 20, i felt that i've been through alot and of course, more to come. I tasted poverty. That's why i mentioned that some people just don't know what's it like to be poor. Yes, we fell. But we picked ourselves up and learnt invaluable lessons. People perceived me as a mature young lady. But who don't wanna be a kid? I've been forced to grow up and take responsiblity for my family. This is my life. But i just hope that God would be more merciful towards dad and let him enjoy the remaining half of his life. If anything bad were to happen to him, please let it befall on me.
I guess, as his daughter, this is the least i could do.
I am gonna dedicate this entry to the most important man in my life, Daddy.
Sometimes i think life is really unfair. Why must god take everything from my dad?
His career; grandma; eyes; peaceful life; and most recently, his best friend. Mum just told me about dad's pal being diagnosed with lung cancer yesterday. He has only 6 more months to live and yes, dad is devastated.
In daddy's life, he has only 2 good friends. That's why he always tells me "People need not have so many good friends, one or two is sufficient." And God is taking 1 of his good friend away in time to come. Dad has never live a good life. He was given away to my foster grandparents. Grandpa never treated him well at all. Dad fell victim to the act of his favourism. All good things naturally goes to my aunties and uncle. But never to dad. When grandpa's company flourished (dad was the major contributor btw), the credit goes to everyone. When the company was in bad shape, dad was the first to be blamed. Unfair treatment issit it? I personally think that living with my late grandpa was hell. However, i don't bear any grudges against him.
When dad was diagnosed with sicknesses as well as mascular scar 10 years ago, boy, you should have seen the number of people that shunned us. Yes, it was the beginning of dad's downfall. Imagine being reduced from a company's director to a homemaker suddenly. The sudden loss of income. And mum having to shoulder the responsibility of being the breadwinner of the family. Life was bad. Sometimes so bad till i can't bear to spent my $ for recess. And i remembered Eileen sharing her mum's homecook food with me. This gal here has a big heart. I wont forget that.
People despised my family. Sis and i fared badly in school. Dad no job. Mum struggling to hang on. Some peeps may think that it's a loss of face or embarrassed to borrow money. But I am NOT ashamed to blog this down. My family did went around borrowing money to survive, especially my dad. Because of this, everyone avoided us. At family functions, we were being isolated to one corner. What's with all these despise? I still remembered this conversation between dad and my aunty at a family reunion. My aunt was happily chatting with my other 'well-to-do' relatives. When my dad just happened to talk to her, she muttered a short reply, gave a disgusted look and turned away.
I witnessed all these right before my eyes. Dad didn't do anything. He just smile and kept quiet. That broke my heart. Dad DON'T deserve such treatment. I never spoke to her ever since. It's pointless and personally, i think it's disgusting to know that someone still behaves this way. Dearest Aunty, kindly reflect on your actions ya. Your attitude really sucks big time!
Dad grew up with his 2 pals, Alan and Jeffrey. 2005 would mark their 40 years of friendship. As what friends would always say to each other, "Let's walk down the journey of life together and by then, we will be like little old men and women enjoying our final part of life." Yes, I know that dad would be with Uncle Alan in his last walk of life. It will be a loss. A great loss. Due to cash flow problems, Dad always cooped himself up at home. There were some occasional male-bonding sessions with Alan and Jeffrey. But now, God just have to take away this little activity that he has. I blame no one cause ultimately, everything happens for a reason.
Dad is strong and i'ii be strong for him. At my age of 20, i felt that i've been through alot and of course, more to come. I tasted poverty. That's why i mentioned that some people just don't know what's it like to be poor. Yes, we fell. But we picked ourselves up and learnt invaluable lessons. People perceived me as a mature young lady. But who don't wanna be a kid? I've been forced to grow up and take responsiblity for my family. This is my life. But i just hope that God would be more merciful towards dad and let him enjoy the remaining half of his life. If anything bad were to happen to him, please let it befall on me.
I guess, as his daughter, this is the least i could do.
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