I remember how we used to stop at the newspaper stall at Foh Sang on the way to school, I would run down and buy the Daily Express for dad. And after school, I would look out for his big purple 4WD to rumble up near the side gate where I waited for him. During my Pre-U days, I wondered if dad would become impatient as we inched through the traffic jam in front of the school. But he always had a big smile for me as I said good-bye to him before I alighted from his car. I can’t remember any time that he was ever angry or sullen or grumpy. What a great way to start my day!
It’s nice to have your dad as the first person you see every morning… and who said good-bye to you before you went to school every day… and be the first man who meets you after school every day… and listens as you chatter on about your day over lunch… I wouldn’t have traded places with any other girl in the world!