My little hand, wrap around my mother's finger. Still young, with nothing to regret, and life was easy. Dad taught me how to read while mom always fetch me from school and we would eat together for lunch at the MacDonalds for kids meal to get toys. Those times were different from now. Living the life i wanted, dreamed to be a doctor when i grow up, its just my perspective when I was 4. Pictures of my childhood room runs on my mind, brought me to tears. Life isnt as perfect as before.
I remember going to the beach with my parents, enjoying the breeze and sound of the waves. Leaning how to make sandcastles and hunting for seashells with dad was just amazing. Even the smallest thing that dad did, will always be funny to me. My dad pampered me since I was young. I get anything, almost everything that i wanted.
Until i was 7, things changed. I was a misbehaved student in school. Thats when dad starts to be strict with me. I failed most of my subjects and dad have no choice but to cane me (i think). I was badly dragged from the living room to his room, with his big cane, hitting me hard shouting to me with anger. That change the way i look at him. I tend to be scared of him, didnt dare to face him. Having the thought of him hating me as his son. From that day, we rarely talk.
But as i came to realised, that everything he do, is for my own benefit. Cause without his care and concern for my life, i wouldnt know what i'll end up as i grow up. Im glad I’ve changed, but the fear still stays with me, dear dad.
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