Father's Day was a few days ago. I did not wish my father 'happy father's day' as he is no longer alive. He went to meet his creator almost three years ago.
I was not closed to my father. To describe how not closed I was to my father let me compare my reception when my father came back from work when I was a kid to that of my old neighbour's children. When my neighbour came home on his 'kapcai', his small children (he had about 10 children) would run to him screaming "Ayah balik, ayah balik' when he was about 70 meters away from his house. He would slow down his bike and stop to pick up the smallest child onto his bike and continued riding. His other children would hold on to the bike running slowly until it reached the house. My neighbour would have a huge, contented, and a happy smile on his face. This happened everyday. For me I did not want my father to come back.
My father never laid his hands on me (except maybe once), never not fed us, but he was a fierce man.
Fathers out there, don't let your kids hate you.
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