thank you, dad.

Today, I had lunch with my dad. It’s been a long time since I actually dared to. If I eat with my dad, there must at least be a person accompanying us. (eg. my mother, brother or sister)

My dad is the only person who remembers all my food likes and dislikes. I never appreciated this point until last year.

We were talking and he was really proud that I made it into the Director’s List. Initially, he was scolding me for being really lazy in the past and that I had never took my work seriously. But, his tone suddenly changed. He said, “But your mindset suddenly changed. And I don’t know why.”

I smiled. (It is true, ever since I rededicated my life to God in August 2007; I suddenly changed from a super lazy student to a girl who worked for her grades. All the teachers and family members noticed that change. But I never expected my dad to notice, since he was never around.)

I never made my dad proud before, it was always my brother that did him proud.

Suddenly, there was a hawker that sat on our table. He turned to the hawker and beamed, “This is my daughter. She’s the youngest.”