Sunday, June 18, 2006
{ 5:00 AM }
Dear daddy,
You have worked so hard to keep this family together, to put a roof over our heads and to give us a good life. You work all day and all night to put three meals on the table, to take us on holidays and to provide us with luxuries, so that we would never feel inferior to our friends and that we would never be envious of them.
You never complained and kept it all inside. You'd let me have the first pick and I'd take the best, leaving you with the rest. Ever since I was young, you'd let me have my freedom, my choice of breakfast, my choice of holidays.
You took in all my nonsense, my obnoxious behaviour, my late nights home, my sky rocketing phone bills. I misunderstood your anger, your violence when I was younger. I built a wall between us, but you have worked between your hectic schedule and meetings to tear down that barrier. And although demolition is not complete, we're half way there.
For all my disappointments, and I know that there were many of them, I'm sorry. I never did them intentionally to hurt anyone. I guess it was part of the process of growing up. I apologise for the disappointment that will be coming. It'll hurt especially more this time because of your change.
But even though we had a rough time getting to where we are now, I could not have asked for more. Happy Father's Day.
I love you pa.
Love, michelle
Now, if only I had the guts to say all this.