when i was a young boy, i was told by relatives that my dad loves my brother the most, being his first child. this statement have been in my mind for years and i have get used to it until at times, i just tell people off i don’t care at all. and, i did feel how sad dad was the day when bro flew off to dublin to start a new life, letting go everything he own back in malaysia. and i feel it’s really ok to be ‘least’ love by dad, for he never treat me bad and he always take good care of me. my love for him is endless.
all the perception i have for my dad changed drastically after last week. he came all the way down to kl, at 4.30am in the morning with the entire car full with paints, to help me paint my house. and for the rest of the five days, he did the house painting for me. and, to make sure i have enough rest, he told me he dislike my bed, and prefer to sleep on the floor. i tried to make him sleep on the bed but end up he still sleeps on the floor for three nights. and every single night, i will try to look for snoring sign from dad, for i know if he snore, meaning he’s really sleeping. whenever i hear the sound of snoring coming from him, i was very happy though at the same time, i can’t sleep well due to the snoring noise.
and dad really keep his promise, he painted almost every part of my house and make sure those are the colours i like. and, on sunday after he left, i really feel his love for me is as deep as his love to my bro. and, i will never again telling anyone that my dad loves my brother more than i, for i know he love us both very much, more than he love himself. dad, if only i can be half as good as you when i become a dad myself in the future, i can consider myself a successful father already. to my dearest dad, i love you very much, as much as i love mom.
