On Saturday or Sunday, my Dad’s only rest days, he woulde up to me and say, “How about a game of cricket?”“Yes, dad, that will be great. ” I would reply happily. On the days that he was too tired to play he would say, “Yeah sure, I’ll play. ”My Momwoulde and call me to the side and explain that my dad was just too tired to play, but he could not say no to me. He always had and has time for me.
As time flew by, I started to be a teenager, and with ateenagere independence and what seemed to me as a childish game over food became a stupid idea. He woulde into my room and say, “How about a milo before you go to bed?” he would say. “Thanks but no thanks.” I would reply angrily, not thinking about the thought behind his actions.
Thinking back I realized I was a bit tough with him. He didn’t want to make me upset, he was just expressing his love the way he expresses it. When I was sick in hospital recently for