The heater still doesn't work in the apartment. According to my dad, the technician literally just came, took a look at the heat system, and then left without a word. so the problem of heater... remains unsolved...
I came back from work, and my dad was home already. With a smile on his face, he invited me for a dad-daughter talk as I put down my bag. so we sat on the sofa and had a heartfelt talk. Our conversations touched upon various topics. Overall it was about one word, "respect."
Yes, respect. People live their lives in billion different ways; and their lives are generally wrapped or piled upon by layers of layers of layers of stories, hidden, distorted, faded... One day, when a person comes to me and reveals one of his/her stories to me; how can I judge the essence of him/her by simply reading their one single story......
2 comments:
that's nice. I haven't have a real conversation with my dad for long. I don't think we ever sit down together to chat, hehee...
quote: "that's nice. I haven't have a real conversation with my dad for long. I don't think we ever sit down together to chat, hehee..."
yeah... my dad likes to do that...sigh..
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