Dad accompanied me to our usual private clinic again since da swelling in my mouth and neck hadn't completely gone down even tho da medication had been completed. After which we went for dinner nearby. Dad was patient enough to wait for me to finish my food slowly coz I could only use one side of my mouth to eat. He bought me a drink even when I insisted that it was expensive. These things may seem like a normal occurrence when one goes out with his/her parents, but this meant alot to me as I've not eaten with my dad alone for such a long time.

While eating I saw a few kids and babies here and there and started bombarding Dad with random questions like, "Hey Dad, do you know how to change a diaper?" But he just answered each question matter-of-a-factly without asking me why I was so random and did not even hurry me to finish my food. I struggled to picture him holding up a baby me with a great smile, bliss emitting from every pore in his body. If having his second child can make him so happy, then I wonder if he had known that this same child would grow up to spell disappointment again and again, would he still have shared that same joy - or even wanted this kid? I caught myself from asking too many ridiculous questions. I'm sure that even if my dad knew, he would have done anything he could to prevent such unfortunate things to happen. And I'm sure even so, he would not have loved me differently. My father is a very traditional man who doesn't convey his feelings to anyone easily. He shows his love by da little things he does. I'm sure many of da fathers - especially Asian fathers - are like that. I have to admit, I find it hard to find da love he has for us when we yell at each other like whatever. But, like that TV ad abt Family, I, like that girl in da ad, am unable to stay angry at my dad for long.

That night Mum remarked, "You're stupid enough to fail your exams, now you're stupid enough to go to a doctor who can't cure you?!"

Not only did Dad not reprimand me for going to a more expensive and ineffective doctor, he also shared with me his own awful experiences of spending more money at that family clinic where da result where also ineffective for him. (Can you believe that a family clinic can cost so much more than a private clinic?!) Added that da private clinic we often go to was so much better. I didn't have da heart to tell him that he had told me that before, I was just really appreciated da fact that we were having a normal convo without having to yell at each other. When Dad is nice, he is really nice. I like that. ;D

Sunday Dad spent his whole day cleaning da house while Mum and Kou were out. I asked that he cooked his famous fried rice for lunch. He didn't even complain that it was troublesome or whatnot. After cooking he kept calling my name again and again to ask me go down for lunch. While in my room I was busy with da com, I got so irritated with my dad's incessant calling that I shouted back, "Stop calling me! I know I know! I'm coming down already!" Later when I went down I realised he had prepared da fried rice neatly on my personalised plate with a cover on it. he kept calling out for me coz he didn't want me to eat cooled food (which is a norm for me).

I blurted out, "Thanks alot, Dad."
He only replied, "But it's cold already eh. Not so nice already."
"No no no! It's ok, still very hot. Thanks anyway."
"Eh let me try a bit. Nice anot?"

Fathers' Day isn't just celebrated on da 3rd weekend of June every year. It's celebrated every minute, every second of our lives - if we put in effort to make this come true.