when i was 17 i bought my dad a father's day card. im 23 years old now and i still havent given it to him. not because i don't know what to say, but because everyday with him is so full already that i don't know what else to put in the card.
i don't know of any other daughter who identifies with her dad more than me. all my friends can attest to it, my relationship with my father defines so much who i am. we love the same things. frank sinatra and the beatles. laughing. books. eating out. sleeping in. talking. breakfast. creme brulee. mangoes. strong coffee.
im in law school because of him. partly because i want to reach as many people as he does with his profession, partly because i want to go to work everyday and see him there. law school hasnt been easy for me, and i dont know if i have what it takes to finish, but i do what i can to get me across. for the time being.
i want so much for him to see me make something of myself. to give back everything that he's given for me. the countless conversations. the cultural excursions. the gastronomical adventures. the outfits. the laughter. the cups of coffee he's made for me since i was three.
im lucky i was dealt with such a great dad. i can only hope he gets to see me become a great mom to my child. a great lawyer? perhaps just a success. i can't really say where. i want so much for him to see.
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