A part of me wanted to be like her. A part of me has been afraid
of being like her.
My father. He is the man who let me sit on his shoulder and
held me tight when I was 2, the man who watched “The romance of three kingdoms”
with me, the man who threw me at a 5.5 ft pool and commanded “Swim!.” He is the
man who had been trying so hard yet still unable to save his dearest people. He
is the man who never knows how to express his feelings.
Seeing that man smoking cigarettes while thinking about my
future is the last thing I want to do.
My teacher. You never know what you’ve got until it’s gone. Knowing
that during 4 weeks of February 2013 there might be no English class of my
teachers, I freaked out. Together with some friends, I tried to guess the
motives for his decision. We thought of traveling abroad, handling some emergencies,
even health problem. 4 weeks without his weekly news
bulletin, his lectures, his kind, funny yet deep and meaningful words guiding
you the way, my weekly routine will be missing an important component.
Almost every piece used to build my current, imperfect self
is created, polished, and discovered by his lectures.
My friend. Thanks for not leaving me when I’m desperate. You
are the one who cried for worrying about me. You are the one who needed me
to comfort you when you broke up with your boyfriend. You are the one who talks
nonstop about anything and anyone. You are the one who I admire and adore.
You teach me valuable lessons of life. Please come to my parties,
wedding(s) and funeral.
So far, those are people to whom I don’t know how to say “Thank you”, people who have made my world beautiful.
I hope that in the future, this list could get a little longer ;).
