A little whisper in the dark

Father's Day

Perhaps its seeing other people ill-treat their father. Perhaps its that I've gotten older, and realized that my time with my loved ones dwindle as we speak.Whichever it is, I'm trying to treasure each moment spent with them. Anger that has I temper. Sometimes I don't. We aren't perfect.

This past year, there was a couple of new additions to the family, in the form of two golf-ball sized and coloured dwarf hamsters. Having someone or something to take care of, brought out a side of my parents, especially my dad, that they've probably left dormant ever since me and my brother grew up. I expect they'll show it again when my brother has kids, but is a timely reminder right now.

Seeing it from a third person aspect, I'm reminded and more aware of their love and affection for us. It is something I've failed to see before. Why is that so? I don't know. Maybe I just haven't looked. Every little bit counts.

I'd like to think that me and my brother, though not very successful individuals in the career sense (we do fine however, just bumbling along in a normal life), are well brought up and disciplined individuals. We don't smoke, are not gamblers, and do not use vulgar language at home. Though we no longer wait for our elders to be seated before we have dinner, the notion of what's right is still there. Of knowing humility. Humble background perhaps? Maybe.

A lot of things happened recently. A close cousin that me and my brother both regard as being a fellow sibling became a condescending and arrogant individual. A net acquaintance had a very public airing of his disagreement with his dad. All over material possessions. My family hasn't much in that sense, and what I've got I've worked for it myself, which I am pretty proud to claim.

What my parents gave to me, is worth more than any material possession.

My dad would not see this, but I would have paused to reflect.

Ride slow, for fear of flying past your dreams.

posted by Chung Leong @ 5:02 AM