Dad

I swear I saw a glimpse of smile when I told him I secretly signed up a part-time job as a barista back then. That kind of annoyed but proud. I felt very content. Back then in 2016 he tried a little hard to make me interest in this work field, and sure he did.

Sometimes the quality talk between us happened when we were sharing our playlist. I introduced Sufjan Stevens & Amy Winehouse during some road trips, and he suggested me Rob Stewart & Shirley Bassey in return. The rest is talking about coffee and so many do-it-yourself projects, either his or mine. Clearly the best way to spend time with him.

Some morning ago, when the sun shine and not a single cloud appeared in the sky, when I finally have my time to wake up early and didn't mind my own things, I caught my dad with his almost-full gray hair staring at the window, in a sullen silence. The feeling of we were so close at distance but I can do nothing to help. My heart immediately broke.

You know the saying, when you are busy growing up, your parents are busy growing old too.

Love them fully while we still have the chance.