Father, You are the Gem of My Heart
I combined my old and new writings about Papa, edited them and here it is: My father is special. To me, he is the epitome of Doraemon. His invincible gadgets are his unequalled love and the way in which he cares for me. He infuses me with self-confidence, accepting my weaknesses and propping me up from behind during the lowest points of my life. When I gripe and grumble, he becomes my faithful listener. He gives sound advice and motivates me from time to time. Many people say that I look like Papa. I am as large-boned as he is. We both share a common interest in art and Chinese evergreen music. We are both loud snorers too. My sister, Ah Hui, likes telling me that the sound of our snoring together could lift a roof. I guess sons usually take after their fathers in many ways. No matter how hard you try to be different, you will end up discovering that you behave and think the same way your f...