BINNY'S DAD
My father prepared scrambled eggs, sausages, beans and a cup of Milo for me this morning. I felt so happy eating it at the dining table. It's nice to have Western-style breakfast for a change, because I usually have prawn-flavoured instant noodles with vegetables, fishballs and prawns, or the instant Indo-mee 'Mi Goreng'. Otherwise, it will be bread with tuna, or ham and cheese sandwich, or bread with kaya. Sometimes, there will be pork porridge as well.
My father has been preparing breakfast for me and my brother (before he got married and moved out) for 20 over years as far as I can remember. Every morning without fail, he would be the first person to wake up before waking me and my brother up for school if we were in morning sessions. Food will be on the table and when we have finished eating, he would fetch us to school by car. And when school is over, my father will specially take the time off from work to drive to the spot where I alight from the school bus, bring me for lunch and fetch me home before he goes back to work again. My brother was old enough by then so my father didn't need to fetch him back hee... Well, those were the days when we still had car. The last car my father had was scrapped some years ago, so all in the family had to get used to travelling by MRT and bus.
Now, my father is still the one in the family doing the waking-up every morning. He would wake me and my mother up for work and prepare breakfast for us. When time is too rushed, he will make sandwiches/bread and pack them in a plastic bag so that we can bring with us to work. And for many years now, since my my mother started working when I was in Pri 3, my father prepares dinner almost everyday. And there will always be at least one dish with chicken cos my family eats chicken a lot. When people happen to come by our place for dinner, they are usually very surprised at the huge portions of food prepared by my father (and my mother if she happens to cook as well). Food is never scarce in my house if those of you who have been to my place realised :)
I thank God for my father. He is a quiet man, and we don't really communicate that much through words. But I know he loves me and he shows his love not by the things he says but rather by the things he does for me. Like, everytime when I get indigestion, he will bring water and tablets to me. When I need to go out, he will prepare water bottle for me and remind me of 3 important stuff I need to have with me - my keys, handphone, ez-link card. Before preparing breakfast sometimes, he will ask me what I want to eat. When I come home very late at night like close to midnight or past midnight, I will call him and he will be downstairs at the letter box waiting for me. When I wake up very early on Sunday mornings to go to church and the sky is still dark, he will accompany me down in the lift. During my childhood days, he would buy lots of story books for me to read, esp huge ones that contain many interesting stories, fairy tales and fables in it. He would also bring me to the playground almost every night to play with the slide. Still got many other things my father did for me but may not be able to mention all here. Just thought I'd blog something about him here this morning. :)
My father prepared scrambled eggs, sausages, beans and a cup of Milo for me this morning. I felt so happy eating it at the dining table. It's nice to have Western-style breakfast for a change, because I usually have prawn-flavoured instant noodles with vegetables, fishballs and prawns, or the instant Indo-mee 'Mi Goreng'. Otherwise, it will be bread with tuna, or ham and cheese sandwich, or bread with kaya. Sometimes, there will be pork porridge as well.
My father has been preparing breakfast for me and my brother (before he got married and moved out) for 20 over years as far as I can remember. Every morning without fail, he would be the first person to wake up before waking me and my brother up for school if we were in morning sessions. Food will be on the table and when we have finished eating, he would fetch us to school by car. And when school is over, my father will specially take the time off from work to drive to the spot where I alight from the school bus, bring me for lunch and fetch me home before he goes back to work again. My brother was old enough by then so my father didn't need to fetch him back hee... Well, those were the days when we still had car. The last car my father had was scrapped some years ago, so all in the family had to get used to travelling by MRT and bus.
Now, my father is still the one in the family doing the waking-up every morning. He would wake me and my mother up for work and prepare breakfast for us. When time is too rushed, he will make sandwiches/bread and pack them in a plastic bag so that we can bring with us to work. And for many years now, since my my mother started working when I was in Pri 3, my father prepares dinner almost everyday. And there will always be at least one dish with chicken cos my family eats chicken a lot. When people happen to come by our place for dinner, they are usually very surprised at the huge portions of food prepared by my father (and my mother if she happens to cook as well). Food is never scarce in my house if those of you who have been to my place realised :)
I thank God for my father. He is a quiet man, and we don't really communicate that much through words. But I know he loves me and he shows his love not by the things he says but rather by the things he does for me. Like, everytime when I get indigestion, he will bring water and tablets to me. When I need to go out, he will prepare water bottle for me and remind me of 3 important stuff I need to have with me - my keys, handphone, ez-link card. Before preparing breakfast sometimes, he will ask me what I want to eat. When I come home very late at night like close to midnight or past midnight, I will call him and he will be downstairs at the letter box waiting for me. When I wake up very early on Sunday mornings to go to church and the sky is still dark, he will accompany me down in the lift. During my childhood days, he would buy lots of story books for me to read, esp huge ones that contain many interesting stories, fairy tales and fables in it. He would also bring me to the playground almost every night to play with the slide. Still got many other things my father did for me but may not be able to mention all here. Just thought I'd blog something about him here this morning. :)
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