My old man, an august baby, turned 51 yesterday. And as usual, we had steamboat dinner like every other function in the house.Dad is a year past a century but you can still see people his age turning green in envy because he hasn't got a strand of white yet. He is proof that wisdom does come with age and he's very well the main breadwinner or the family.
Not only that, dad has my every word that he'll be the greatest gramps any grandchild could ever have because naturally he's like the asian barney, minus the purple and tail, but he makes kids peck him on the cheeks, and confuses them into thinking they actually belong to our family.
Oh we were once all estatic when given the chance to blow candles not on our birthday cakes. Until we grew up so big and fast that blowing became a job and a whole new meaning. Haha.
As much as i would like his home-office shifted out of my room so i can erect my own sofa lounge, I LOVE MY DAD.
Jinny
5 comments:
....AWWWWWWW :')
that's so sweeeeeeeet. :)
shuwen: awwwww.. :p
xin wei: :)
daymn.......
if only i had enough time and money to make that trip home.
I'd have good quality cake.
And celluloid exposure.
i miss dad...
hey you could've asked dad for a ticket home.
ah, nvm la, come back for mine. haha.
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