Growing up, I was never close to my dad.
He was always sailing and wouldn't come back for months.
So my mum was the one I am close with.
As I became older and older, my dad to me is just a person who
stays in the same roof as me, and quite frankly speaking, I don't
feel much for him.
Sometimes, he spits on the floor when we go out which disgust
me.
Or he would eat leftover food without heating them up.
I tried to be nice to him and try 2 know him more, but he was
always a man of few words. Sometimes when I tell him something, he
just nods and keeps quiet. I thought he wasn't interested in what I
am saying and subsequently I just tell my mum whatever happenings
there are in my life.
Last year, he got a stroke. As he lied in bed and told me that he
may now need to depend on me and my sis to take care of him for the
rest of his life, my heart broke.
He was always the silent type, but I know he shed tears over his
stroke.
It was around this time I started to know him better.
I took the effort to talk to him more, know him better. And I
realise that he actually really doted on me.
The man who I thought don't know me is actually the man who knows
me better than anyone else.He's better now and can walk on his own
without assistance.
True, mothers may be the ones that most people are close to, but do
remember that our dads love us just as much. Just that he may not
show it always.
It took a stroke for me to realise that. I now treasure my dad a
lot.
And u guys should too. Dads may be the ones who scold or pick fault
with u, but do remember to treasure him. Don't wait until he's gone
before u regret.
