My Dear Dad

I'm sharing my stories
about daddies..
How they love us so..
They have their own way
to show us..
How they love us..

Sometimes I think,
It's got something to do
with his background..

My Dad has got 4 brothers..
and then..he's got a son and 3 daughters..

My Dad came from a struggling family..
and..he's been trying his best
to fulfill all needs of his 4 children

My Dad worked in the government..
with all the bureaucratization..
and..he had to deal with 4 children
with 3 - 5 age differences..
who became teenagers almost at the same time..

There would be always
something wrong
with what we did..
he always made us think..
we're not fulfilling his standard

If we did something wrong..
he always thinks..
that that was our way..
to offend him..

No friends of ours..
are polite enough.
No boyfriends of ours..
are good enough.

When I was younger..
I got emotional..
Cried..
and felt running away from home..
every time it happened..

When I get older..
I still get a bit emotional..
But then I turned ignorant..

Now,
He's still the same dad..
I appreciate his believes..
I respect his decisions..
I understand his reactions..
He loves us..

Love you too, dad!