My Dad Never Nags.
I love my dad. He never nags.
He never nags when I failed my exams.
He never nags when I got retrenched.
He is always there, watching silently.
My dad is an active participant in my life, someone who is silent yet observant.
He never asked if I needed any help.
He let me come to him.
In that way he is passive.
In other ways he is active.
For instance, as a disciplinarian.
He is a big believer of progressive thinking, and not crying over spilled milk.
“What is there to cry? Mop up the damage and let’s move on.”
That Life Principle was imparted to me from a tender till adolescence.
It changed from “stop crying” to “Life is beautiful when we start moving away from hurt.”
When I was banging my table because my results didn’t exceed my expectations, he would come into the room only when I am done venting my frustration.
“The table is innocent” is all he said.
And he would place a cup of coffee at my study table.
That was love in a symbolic fashion, warmth and comfort delivered in a cup.
That was also his way of telling me that we always work harder and live to fight again tomorrow.
When I graduated, my dad didn’t say anything.
As I collected my graduation certificate, I saw him smiling at me.
That was good enough.
When I was retrenched by my first job due to bad company performance (or so they pitched), he said nothing.
Again, he just smiled.
It was a reassuring smile where he is silently telling me that it is okay and bad things happens.
He never once asked me if I had any issues finding a job or whether I have enough cash buffer for the next few months without employment income.
Which was the exact worry of my mum, which I understood and didn’t quite appreciate.
During that extended period of unemployment, my dad would routinely place newspapers with red marker highlights for job opportunities on my study table when I was out of home.
It was heart-warming.
I would feel loved until a sound-bite that disturbed the peace.
“Did you manage to find a job yet? It is time for you to transfer the household allowance.”
Well.
I love you, dad.
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