I went out with my friend this evening; that one rare friend who likes discussion just like me. We were in a coffee shop drinking coffee and discussing anything that came through our minds, and just like that 3 hours past, long past dinner time. We speak a few languages, kinda nice to switch here and there from time to time. I think we used 3 languages this whole time. On our way home, i told her that somehow, she speaks so much, in a good way, in a wise way; it's rare. People avoid talking about it because it is too heavy, too stressful. Well, it depends who you talk to i'd say. Some people, you know, they are the right person to talk about things like this. She is the only one so far.
-'Being alive means living with regrets, that brim our eyes when memories flood over our mind.'
When i got home, i finally talked to my dad about my commitments. I have tans of those even before i finished my undergraduate education. He helped me. He saved me. I cannot tell how much i appreciate him as my dad. No one will ever love me this much.
-'Children are the shadows of their parents, ones that mirror every subtle details of their parent's' behavior and demeanor; which was why people start to say: when you teach your son, you teach your son's son'.
Always love you, dad.
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