Very few would say "Good morning, Sir!" with a handshake so firm and a smile as wide as your's.
Very few would do the Chicken Dance in front of their own bosses.
Very few would be so kind and forgiving, even though I would argue that you ought to fight them out more.
Very few would sacrifice their own career and education for family, however subjective the word 'family' may be.
But then again, you are an extremely weird man.
If you can, do forgive me for those years I mistook your frustration to be your anger. I was in my teens, going through the usual hormonal phase and I may have said things that were hurtful, even insensitive. My sister was only a kid and I feel responsible for her behavior towards you, as well. For most part, I think I may have played a great role in the image that she has had of you in her head and I am trying, slowly, to shed it off.
I know I owe you a real apology, not just a blog one but do try and understand that I will need more time and ofcourse, courage.
Trying times will fade and money will flow again, I'm sure. Maybe then we will reconcile and clear out all the differences. Until that day, I hope you will wait.
I hope in due time, you will feel less ashamed of my work, my views on faith and this blog, being so radically different from what you may have expected when I was born.
I hope you understand that my sister and I, we have grown. We do not blame you, nor wish to fight. We don't even want a bigger house to live in. We want to make up for the past and lost time.
Dear father, you are a good man, one of the best we have come across. You have taught us a lot about money, suffering and sacrifice by not saying much at all.
(Comments shall not be entertained for this post. And that includes sending me long consoling messages on facebook about the post. When I disable comments, it is for a reason which you should respect.)
Very few would do the Chicken Dance in front of their own bosses.
Very few would be so kind and forgiving, even though I would argue that you ought to fight them out more.
Very few would sacrifice their own career and education for family, however subjective the word 'family' may be.
But then again, you are an extremely weird man.
If you can, do forgive me for those years I mistook your frustration to be your anger. I was in my teens, going through the usual hormonal phase and I may have said things that were hurtful, even insensitive. My sister was only a kid and I feel responsible for her behavior towards you, as well. For most part, I think I may have played a great role in the image that she has had of you in her head and I am trying, slowly, to shed it off.
I know I owe you a real apology, not just a blog one but do try and understand that I will need more time and ofcourse, courage.
Trying times will fade and money will flow again, I'm sure. Maybe then we will reconcile and clear out all the differences. Until that day, I hope you will wait.
I hope in due time, you will feel less ashamed of my work, my views on faith and this blog, being so radically different from what you may have expected when I was born.
I hope you understand that my sister and I, we have grown. We do not blame you, nor wish to fight. We don't even want a bigger house to live in. We want to make up for the past and lost time.
Dear father, you are a good man, one of the best we have come across. You have taught us a lot about money, suffering and sacrifice by not saying much at all.
(Comments shall not be entertained for this post. And that includes sending me long consoling messages on facebook about the post. When I disable comments, it is for a reason which you should respect.)
