The things I could do for my father...

If i'd describe all the things I could do for my father,others might think I am strange or weird,"maybe a little too devoted"

they might say ,however,if they knew all the things my father had done for me,I think they'd understand the concept of unconditional love a little better.

When I feel a bit sentimental than average, I think back about all his hard work, his tears,his laugh,his distressed face,his relief face and all the plethora of face he's make just to make me giggle when I was young.

I often think about his love,it's like a vast and spacious sky,sometimes cloudy sometimes bright, I compare his face to the brightest and sunniest day for it is my favourite.

I think about his grumpy face when I told his about my crush for there is no one in the world who deserve his little princess.I remember when I make him cry for i chose my vise with little too much care. And I think about his eyes full of worry when I cried to him during the call when I was scared of the thunderstorm.

I am reminiscing about the time he tried to chastises little boy because he wound my hand intentionally,I remember him taking and picking me from school, and when he gives me piggy back ride whenever I was sick, his frustration when I told his about my anger towards my employer.

I compare his love for me as the sky for sky is associated with air and air is associated with life and death,for it is so bright and loud and vast that nothing in the world can ever compare to it.

Yet I compare my love for him as wide and deep as a sea, large yet can never be larger than the sky and deep and mysterious as I never could,never will be express my love for him as he did for me.