Funny how our attitudes change about our parents as they get older.
These amazing people had it in for us when we were children.
They were the ones who made us eat our vegetables, go to bed earlier than we wanted to, fussed over our grades, lectured us, all because they really love us.
I wanted to share a story of Marina and her biscuits breakfast.
This story reminds me of my own father who used to nag me when I skip my breakfast because I'm running late to school.
“It still makes me cry,” she began. “Every morning when I go to work, I pass by my father’s house, and every morning I stop to have coffee with him. He always makes me eat biscuits because he doesn’t want me going to work on an empty stomach. One cold and rainy day when I overslept, I knew I wouldn’t have time to stop and see him, so I called to explain.
“You won’t be coming by?” dad asked. I could sense the disappointment in his voice. “I’ll stop tomorrow, honest,” I reassured him.
I got in my car and started driving to work. As soon as I rounded the corner to go past the house, I saw this figure standing out in the cold and rain with a big bag in his hand. It was Daddy! He was waiting for me so I could still have my biscuits.
Such a beautiful story of Marina caring father.
Hot chocolate drinks and crackers.
This is my typical breakfast back then when I am rushing for school. If I happened to wake up more early, I will make myself fried rice or just boil my favorite instant noodles.
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This is the time to be thankful. Thanks for parental love. Thanks for the purest love of all.