My superman.

Mine, is not the same.

I grow up being babysitted, only to see my dad once in a week. 

I speak cantonese to my mum, my sisters but chinese to my dad.

I remember how strongly he insisted on providing me an education inclusive of chinese.

I remember how he never fails to check my primary homework and gave me praises which made me wanted to hide. 

I remember how he picked me up from kindergarten one day and told me I'll never be alone.

I remember how he made friends with my tutors and my form teachers.

I remember how he proudly attended our academic report day whenever he was able to.
I remember how he told me that he can be poor feeding himself full but not in providing us the best education.

I remember how he sang nursery songs enthusiastically in car to peanut and I until all three of us are able to sing together like a broken tape recorder. 

I remember how his guessing games were so difficult back then but so easy now haha.

I remember how he struggled to give us what called home before moving out from grandma's house.

I remember how he boarded the bus each weekend just to come home.

I remember how he then drove alone using his company's car for 5 long hours for years counting more than my age even before this new highway was established.    

I remember how he eagerly showed me that old family photo he treasured in his working place. 

I remember how he secretively bought my candidly snapped photo from the theme park despite its price that costed a bomb.

I remember how days back then were hard for him but never for us. 

I remember how he drove back from his already 30 minutes drive into the highway just to meet me at home because I cried for missing bidding goodbye.

I don't think I can ever grow up under his arms. 

He's my forever father, and I'm his forever daughter. 

Early Happy 64th Birthday, pa. 

I love you. ('=