Sunday, February 22, 2015
Happy 54th
Birthday, Daddy !
It’s definitely
one of my favourite pictures of us. From the 1+ year old baby-me guarded by
your protective clutch to the grown up me, still guarded by your subtle
protective clutch.
Daddy, thank you
for teaching us never to be browbeaten but to continuously guard our
self-respect no matter what.
Thank you for
teaching us the distinction between good and bad, for teaching us to accept our
mistakes and to fight for our rights if we had threaded the virtuous path.
Thank you for
teaching us to face challenges as a family – by being there for each other and
overcoming every obstacle by holding each others' hands and never leaving
anyone behind.
Thank you for
teaching me to be courageous and independent. It’s because of your words of
wisdom that I can easily walk away from any backstabbers and chameleons without
any fear of being overly reliant on them. Even if the entire world is against
me, I have the courage to stand alone and face them all. The world is never
fair and I know that I can handle it with a smile and it’s all because of you
Dad, thank you.
21 years ago, when
I was in Primary 1, I was chosen to represent my school for an essay writing
competition and it was you who brought me to the venue. At that age, I never
knew the significance of the competition or the fact that I was chosen to
represent the school. There were a plethora of students there and I didn’t know
anyone of them and I was so petrified by the unfamiliarity of the setting and
the people. I know that I was on the lookout for you. Our eyes met after a
while and that assurance that you were there by my side gave me the confidence
to attempt the paper. Like I had mentioned, I never knew the significance of
the competition but all I vividly remember and understand was the fact that
throughout the 1-1.5 hours, you stood by the corridor of the hall amidst many
other parents and watched me pen my thoughts on that fresh piece of paper. That
pride on your face, that beam, that look of achievement is something that I can
never forget in this lifetime. I know that I didn’t win that competition but on
that day I knew that I won as a daughter.
From that day
until now, it’s for that look that I have always been striving hard for. My
journey definitely wasn’t smooth-sailing and I fell flat on my face and reached
rock bottom many times (my close ones know exactly what I am talking about and
I don’t wish to go into detail now). There were times where I really wanted to
screw those shit and scream “I QUIT” and give up. But it’s for that look that I
had always told myself to try that one more time, that one more time every
single time just so that that one day I may overcome and conquer those
obstacles. In short, it’s for you that I became a persevering fighter, Daddy.
Thank you for pushing me to challenge my own limits and to firm up the belief
to never give up without a tough fight.
You are a
superhero who works hard to carve out a smile on our faces, a teacher who
teaches with life lessons, a master who leads by words of wisdom and most
importantly, been a good father who had all his life, inspired his daughter to
be a better individual.
For you a thousand
times over, any day, anytime. Love you my Daddy.
You got coloured @
5:09 pm