For as long as I can remember, my dad has always given all he could to me.
Even though, at times I maybe rude to him because he has problems hearing and I'd get annoyed when he asks me to repeat my words. Instead of repeating the words louder however, I would often shout at him.
I do regret doing these things to him especially when I found out from my mum that he is dyslexic. He would often ask me to help him read a few sentences in the newspaper. I thought at first that he was just testing me for my oral, but no. He didn't know how to read these words. He sometimes would ask me to spell a word for him because he doesn't know how to spell it himself. Words like "year" and "learn".
He also has problems pronouncing certain words. He even has problems pronouncing my name, but I don't really mind because even though my dad isn't the smartest dad in the world, he still gives me whatever he can.
He would often go to watch my races and support me and give me advice on how I can run faster. And I would listen to this advice because I know he is teaching me and it's all coming from his heart. His heart is a very BIG one I would say as he would often help a person in need if they needed help. I love my daddy and nothing that will happen between us could ever change that.
Clara Tan (4)
8:38 AM,
love is floating in the air
