I was on the phone talking to dad on the weekend. Esther was laughing at me in the background listening to me trying to talk to him in my broken cantonese with a bit of english chucked in the middle. Chinglish!
But it was nice just hearing him talk, giving me advice on moving and trying to sound excited but not too overly enthusiastic, like a typical awkward father.
I know my dad loves and cares about me alot. He tries to show it the best way he knows how. I have come to realise and appreciate that. Its funny how we grow up and mature, we start to see things differently.
We stop seeing things with our childish immature eyes and start to see the bigger perspective. It makes me feel terrible about being the unruly teenager I was. I think I am alot more forgiving than I used to be.
I miss dad. I miss having him around.