
Between all of his children, maybe i'm the one who was more nurtured by him than my bro or sist. Cause since i was born, i was taken care by daddy. He was a sailorman (read this post), and quit that job when my mom was bearing me. Then he became an entrepreneur, and spent most time at home. So i passed most of my babyhood with him :)
My brother used to told me this story. When i was a baby, i whined alot. To calm me down my dad carried me behind his back. Once he painted the house. There were some men passing by and laughed. Maybe, a man painting house while carrying baby on the seemed amusing to them.
There are many sweet memories with him. When i was entering kindergarten, he's the one who accompanied me. He taught me to ride bike and motorbike. As i remember, i'm a slow learner in bike-ride-learning. I even bump into my neighbor's fence :D
Other memory is when i was in first grade of junior highschool. It was afternoon class, and i went to school by bike. My dad often rode motorbike behind me just to keep me accompanied. In weekend, when i went home, he always picked me up and treat me.
One thing i hardly forget is when he accompanied me during my illness. I dont mean to lowering my mom or my siblings. They all supported me together. Thank God for giving me a very precious family :)
Still many more memories that kept safely in my mind. I hope that those memories wont fade away ^_^

Came from God, I call him Dad!
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