Ever sat with your father for studies or helped him through his work?
I am sure the first option can have a core memory while the second one is a rare experience. For me, I have had both. As a child, it was always my father who would write my names on books and notebooks as he hated my handwriting and did not want me to dirty the new sets of books. Fair enough. My father has a business and we tend to sideline the outdated things there which cannot be put up for sale. The expired, the damaged or the ones that will not be bought. It requires a lot of patience,I tell you to shortlist the expired ones. And my father loves his work too much to like anyone else’s work or interruption. I really adore him for that but this also makes me detest him. Why? He does not let others work according to them. He has a certain pattern and just adheres to them. Well if that is what he intends to do, why is he paying people?
My father is beyond me to be honest. And he is just not within my understanding. When I was a kid, he used to tell me to study well and would help me with my homework. He used to attend my meetings at school and ask me about all the happenings. Things took a drastic turn while growing up. He stopped it, maybe owing to getting busy at work or just simply thinking that I grew up. Our ideas match pertaining to the same genes but we also clash due to new ideologies and beliefs. He is a tough man to deal with and I, a tough daughter. I miss him in all my daily activities and more than anything, I also dislike the fact about the way he behaves with me now. He treats me as a grown up and second moment, treats me like a small and irresponsible kid. I don’t understand the way his transition works. But I take it without complaints because he is my father. The study sessions have made a shift to the discussion sessions with him. His storytelling is shared with my storytelling. His weird habits are shared by my disinterest towards them. His strength surges in me while dealing with things. His smile beams in my heart. His surprise fills the room when I narrate the activities. Our relationship has seen more phases than the phases of the moon. And I am glad for this amazing relationship. I help him with his work and it is one of the best times I am happy. First, I like to help him. And second, it gives me pure contentment. The satisfaction of helping him is too great that it just supersedes. There are times when he needs my help but his ego creates a wall and he expects me to understand his need and come over. But I am not a mind reader, you see. I ask him why he did not tell me earlier and all he does is shrug his shoulders and continue the work. I have had a great difficulty in knowing him and Mom has been quite the guidebook. Still, he surprises me each day. He is the first man in my life and I really hope that I get the title of the third woman in his life too. After my grandmother and mother of course. Anyways, as I continue on this bittersweet journey with my Dad and keep exploring life, I really hope that you all have a great time too. It’s time we befriended our parents and told them our feelings too. Let’s not fear getting judged by them. They are the safe place we can run to. So, let’s head back home before anything can go wrong. After all, it is the home that has it all.
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Until next time!
Signing off
So
