My dad is awesome.
No, he’s not the type of dad who shows emotional support
through verbal words. No, he’s doesn’t do the hugging routine to his children
unless mum tells him to do so. No, he isn’t that talkative dad who gives talks
about life. No, we barely even made a real conversation one-to-one like how you
would interact with your dad.
But my dad is awesome.
Because despite all these wonders how on Earth can he
possibly show his affections to my mum. On the first moments they’ve met, he
managed to marry an ambitious confident person like my mother. Quietly sneakS in
mother’s department just to shower her with M&Ms and candies to a
point 18 years later, she still talks about it in the car laughing in front of
us all three.
My dad is awesome.
Because he bought a Volvo right after I was born knowing I
might not be comfortable in the red mini he used to bring my mum around town.
Scientifically, you won’t remember your baby years of childhood, but I remember
them more than my primary school memories. My dad and I may not be close with
each other today, but my memory was only filled with the images of his words
and voice rather than my own mother’s.
My dad is awesome.
“Daddy” was my first word, clinging and forcing to stand up
from the baby court in hope my parents would wake up and carry me –as told by
mum. Sleeping in the car, dad would carry me from the car to the bed and wish
‘goodnight sweet dreams’ every night. I remember that, clearly. Though those
words never come out from his mouth anymore as I grew, it’s still a clear voice
of warmth in my head till today.
My dad is awesome.
Before I could even write or read, there it was, a red
electric car. He made it all by himself. A single passenger little car with
white and black stripes on the front. He’d bring me to fun parks where they have rides on helicopters, aeroplanes etc. I’m a girl, but he always exposed me
with things he loved. In fact, I was only exposed to all girly toys at the age
of 7. Both of these new parents of a single child dresses me up like a doll,
buy all kinds of hats and shoes I would smile looking what a happy childhood
they’ve given me. Never was there a picture I didn’t smile showing rabbit
teeth.
My dad is awesome.
Because he was born an inventor. He’d make engine-remote
aeroplanes, tons of them twice a human’s size. He’d build all these aeroplanes
piece by piece from their rear ends, their wood sculptures for both wings,
attach and connect the wires with the engines together, design every single
plane uniquely. On the weekends he’d go to any empty fields or lands just to
fly his plane and every one of them flew and landed successfully.
He could fix anything. His hands are naturally for
everything. From car repairs, aeroplane making to sculpture designs from paper
boards. Your father is very talented, grandpa would say. Constant 4 flats on
every examination in his university, plays the guitar, understand how every
single engine works for all vehicles from submarines to reassembling a car, I
always ponder where does he get all this from.
My dad is awesome.
Despite his talents and dreams in line to being an engineer,
he is not a rebel. He accepts what is meant for him even though it would mean
leaving all his hobby and interests behind by being involved in business world
itself. So here he is, staying up at night reassembling stuff anything that
would ignite his interests again just like the old days. He would been so well
known for his multiple abilities rather than his current occupation, but dad is
strong. And he always had been.
My dad is awesome.
Because he’s a cool dad. If I could handle a crowd, I’d dare
to put together all those hands lift up on behalf having their dad to be cool
to a single combination. And that’s when you get my dad’s level of cool and
calm personality. Hard to find him
unwilling to control his emotions. Always understands to chill at home with the
rest of the family rather than bringing up issues from the office. Tries his
best to tie a bond with his children whenever mum’s outstation, watching movies
from the projector. Don’t even mention about breakfast, he’s an expert on
breads and garlic.
My dad is awesome.
He’s the only one who can tell you one word of encouragement
and would be equivalent to mum’s 10 minute support talk. The kind of dad who
won’t judge you instead just simply tells you how to solve it all to a simple
cross word. Like other dads, would work all day long then becomes talkative
only to mum discussing about going out for vacations on long-term planning. To
bear your finance without hesitation and handles all kinds of grudges only a
leader of the family would only understand.
My dad is awesome.
Only one of the few that appreciates and is proud about
anything else besides academic results or examinations alone. The first person
to light up the brightest smile when won third place for the latest go-cart
race for the day a week ago. The kind of dad that gets proud seeing his
daughter draw a vespa for her art assignments. If I could rekindle back time, I
would sharpen all those talents and capabilities and study either engineering
or architecture. To make sure dad’s legacy is still to be continued and passed
on to future generations.
My dad is awesome.
Unlike other family members, many wouldn't even believe or store faith I can drive for miles without a problem. But from the day I passed my driving test, dad won't get bored sitting beside the passenger seat just to check if I could manage to expose myself with the highways which isn't a problem today anymore. He won't even mind bringing my brothers to lego stores just to check out on Star Wars since his interests is what had made him young till today. He always makes sure all three of us survive and is flexible for external activities rather than just achieving good grades on a slip alone.
My dad is awesome.
Because regardless of how rebellious sometimes I can be, my
dad is still cool. Never once he tries to change anything about his children. To
let independence and experience in life outgrow in us when developing to an age
in need of freedom and time in search for identity and career focus. And that,
is what I appreciate the most.
Too many appreciations but too little words to describe.
Everyone’s dad is unique, but eventually I like mine better
and won’t doubt’ about it. So should you think of your own dad. The only reason why I am writing this for public
reading instead of for my dad alone is because he has to know he’s an amazing
dad. And he’s my dad.
Happy Birthday Daddy. Hope you like this.
