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4th February

I've never really taken much effort to remember this day until recent years. Celebrations were minimal - dinner and a small ang pow and that's it for the day. There were even a few times this day clashed with CNY and there were no celebrations.

This year, I decided to FINALLY get a cake.

You know that someone has never gotten a birthday cake when he or she doesn't even know how to make a wish. Yes, this simple thing you and I have been doing each year is a first for someone who has celebrated more than half a century of life. Very pathetic isn't it? We ought to be ashamed of ourselves, really. How could we have not bothered just because we thought it's not important and it won't be appreciated?

That cake was so far the most meaningful one that I've bought because I've never seen someone so happy and so appreciative.


Lao pa, I'm sorry you've been the shadow in the family and your birthdays have been only slightly more special than any other day but never any special than ours. We have been very selfish yet you have never expect anything more.


You have been a very hardworking man who has been giving your best to the family. Although you are lousy with words, we know that you really do love us a lot. How else would you have cried harder than mummy on my wedding day? Who would have thought you would cry in the first place? Haha.. And why do you always ask if we have eaten, where did we go, why are we not back yet....?


People may look down on you and think you are one with very little acheivements but do you know those trophies stashed in the storeroom have made me so proud of you and have inspired me to sprint when I was young? Not that I achieved much but at least I managed to bag 2 trophies, erm... 15 years ago. Better than nothing la. And how can I forget the fairly good genes I've gotten from you? My height, ahem nice long legs (although they look like crap now) and at least eyes bigger than mummy's. Not that they have brought me to places but at least I feel more worthy when I was at my ugly/ugliest stage!


And do you remember how I loved asking you who you love more between brother and me and you would say it's me (sorry white chick)? Yet, we would always choose mummy over you no matter what...


I'm sorry I've been a lousy daughter.

But it's never too late.



This is my dad.
He turned 53 on 4 February.



I don't know what he wished for because we told him he's not supposed to say out loud.
But at least that night, I booked us tickets to the land of smiles, something he has been longing for. See, he's really just a simple man with small, in fact tiny dreams. Where else can I find such a dad who allows me to be a good daughter that easily?





To the many good years ahead, this is only the beginning, dad...

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