Coffee with Dad.
My dad came home just then and asked if I wanted to go out for coffee.Dad and I often go for coffee. When I mention that to friends, their usual first reaction is surprise, and then a remark of how nice it is that me and Dad do hang out together. I can usually hear a tinge of envy in their voices, and I don't blame them; I really enjoy spending time with him. Actually, one time I said that I was having coffee with my dad, the person asked if my parents were divorced, that was why I was meeting up with my dad. That made me really sad, because it was as though, the only logical reason I'd have coffee with my dad was if he didn't live with me anymore.
I was thinking about this as I was getting dressed to get going. My dad loves to go out for coffee -- and sometimes when he knocks on my door and asks, with that twinkly smile in his eyes, if I'd like to go, I think to myself, aiya, it's so cold outside, I have to get out of my warm pj's, it's going to take ages, I'll forget what I'm up to in my reading etc, and say no. But tonight I was thinking, how precious these moments are. Not everyone gets time to just sit, chat and chuckle with their dads. And, if I really think about it, this period of my life is only but a short window of opportunity when I can have coffee with my dad. Who knows how many more coffee opportunities we'll have.
So, instead of just chucking any old trackies and tee, I put on a skirt, and a spritz of my new perfume.
When I walked out, he remarked on how I dressed special. I smiled, with the twinkly smile in my eyes. I got that from my dad.
posted by me. @ 8:33 PM
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