Due to the nature of my dad’s job, he often reached home in the morning and will begin preparing meals for me after school. My dad worked in the wet market at Selayang which he had to go to work at the wee hours in the morning where all the rest of family members sleeping in their comfy bed.
I recalled there is one time when I reached home from school, I noticed my uncle and brothers were around. Seldom they hang at my dad’s house. I saw my dad was laying on the recliner chair, talking to my brother. Sensing something is wrong, I walked up closely to my dad. I found out that his head was wounded. Getting few stitches and swelling. At that moment, I was speechless. I felt helpless. A lot of things rushed to my mind. Bombarded with questions and possibilities, which I ended up sitting next to him. Quietly saying nothing.
Finally, I asked him is he ok or not. He told me he is fine. He had painkiller and taking his rest. I gazed upon him that entire afternoon while he was sleeping. That night itself, I cried myself to sleep. I felt I was an infillial son.
I learnt that he was being hit by a robber from behind while waiting for my brother to finish work. He was sitting behind a car when suddenly his attacker attacked him from behind using a hammer. My father stood up and gave a good fight. It alerted the workers there and rushed to assist my dad. The attacker managed to flee and my dad was sent to clinic by my brother shortly. It came upon that the attacker was eyeing for my dad’s watch.
With my dad left me for the past 6 years and half, I still missing him. There are times in life I wanted to do what I am suppose to do. Be a good son, treat him well and gave him the best of the world I can offer. But God loves him more…
Dad. Happy Father’s Day.
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