dedicated to the man who taught me to be a man.
let me love music, to join a band.
unassuming and humble, yet when his family was in danger,
courageous and brave, decisive like a tiger.
before there was superman, xmen, batman.
before soccer legends, before tv stars.
you were my first hero.
when i was a child, your presence could make everything alright.
all i wanted was your blessings, your approval your trust.
yet. i cant really recall a time when u were really proud of me.
when i felt useful. i felt like i was good.
no. its always "never practise" always "not adventurous"
yeah i know the truth hurts. but at least acknowledge the efforts if not the results.
anyway. your still my hero. a human, imperfect, tired, vulnerable hero.
doubt you will ever read this. but when i grow up, u and papa are my bench marks.
i hope to be half the man you are. i hope to be more than that, so when i look back when i have my own kids, i can safely say "dad would be proud of me"
anyway. happy father's day, and heres to many years of a good and happy life. stay safe in shang hai. and come back soon.
Oxidative Phosphorylation Miah used his Sharingan at 4:56:00 PM