The memories of my late Ah Pa...
The days Ah Pa took me to the park, allowing me to ride piggy on his back shoving me around the grass. Ah Pa painstakingly searching in the muddy river for frog for my biology experiment. The difficult time teaching his lil girl to ride a bicycle. Reading the alphabets one by one...singing lullaby to a moody child.....
He never complains although he was tired doing all those chores for his dear daughter. Ah Pa would accompany me to school from Primary to Secondary to my college days…without fail. The warm feelings of sitting on Ah Pa’s sarong which also became my swing.
All these are the good old memories of Ah Pa.
However, during my teenage years, I became rebellious as I felt stuck underneath dad’s wrath. I wanted freedom and seek to venture out. Had endless tongue lashing moments with dad due to our vast generation gap. The 42 age difference…between us. No matter how hard we fought…but we would eventually forgive each other. That’s a truly bond between Ah Pa and me. Though I wasn’t his flesh and blood but he treated me like his own. He never differentiates me with my two elder brothers. He did mention before that I was God’s sent gift to him.
Two days ago was Ah Pa’s 80th birthday. Dear Ah Pa…wherever you are…Happy Birthday !
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