Growing up, I was terribly afraid of my Father - for some reason, out of the 3 of us, I would always be the one that got into trouble the most, but luckily he was always about an inch away from slapping me for the things I said or did....however, I can definitely say that that was not the case with my Mother!
Anyway, while I did get yelled at a lot back in the days, I always felt compelled to make sure my Dad (I called him Ba in Vietnamese) knew that I was doing my best in hopes that he'd be happy with me some day. I used to wake up around 4am to 5am to study in high school to make sure that when he stepped out of the door for work, he knew I was giving it my all.
Why not aim to please my Mother you may ask. Well, she already tends to exaggerate a bit when it comes to her children. Hahaha. I used to walk into her work and all of the ladies would be impressed at me for being a genius and how I was such a great singer that I went to sing at Carnegie Hall. Yea...only if they knew that I was not a genius and that I was only in the Gifted and Talented program, and that I was not a great singer but was a part of a choir program at school that allowed us to sing at Carnegie Hall. But hey, if I'm a badass in my Mom's mind, then shiet, I'm a badass and I'll take it.
Oops, I digressed. The point of this post is to say that my Dad always had his game face on when I was growing up, and that this weekend during my brother's engagement ceremony, he seemed really happy. He even choked back a few tears during the ceremony because I knew that he never thought he'd live to see this day. But of course he did...
I put together this really cute video of him this weekend playing with my Uncle's grandkids. He even told us he felt no pain. Which means he wants him some grand kids, and it ain't going to be from me that's for sure.
Hope y'all like the translation. =D
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