I’ve lost track of how many pranks I’ve played on my dad, and I can say proudly that majority of them took a weird turn. I remember one time I saw this challenge online where you randomly go up to your dad and say, ‘I love you.’ Now that’s not something I would say all the time, but one day I decided to say it while we were going to Costco.
I expected him to say something like, “Oh what do you want.” Or “what did you do?” Like all the other dads did. But he smiled back, hugged me and said, “I love you too.” No questions asked. No comments passed.
This other time we saw this challenge online where the kids ask their dad to get them chocolate from the store when the dads are super busy. The dads get annoyed and say no. But when my sister said that to my dad he said, “which one?”
My sister started laughing and she said, “I was expecting you to say no.”
My dad frowned and said. “Have I ever said no to you?”
That day I felt guilty for ever talking back to him and giving him a hard time. I remember one time when I was in college I needed a laptop. I had money but he insisted on buying me one so he took me to the Best Buy in Flushing, Queens. I found a Lenovo laptop that I loved and wanted but they we’re out of stock. The Best Buy sales man told us that we could get the same one in Manhattan. My dad rushed and dragged me to Manhattan. They were out of stock there too. We drove to Long Island on the same day to buy that laptop. I finally got it. If that’s not true love I don’t know what is.
My Mom is the same. We have our moments, don’t get me wrong. We’re nowhere near perfect. But I remember this one time when I was in high school, I left my umbrella at home and it was pouring outside. When I walked out of school I saw my mom standing on the sidewalk, under the canopy with two umbrellas.
“It was raining outside. I didn’t want you to get sick.” She walked all the way to my school, with an extra umbrella because she didn’t want me to get sick.
Love parents have for their children is undeniable and unmeasurable. It’s the purest form of love there is. The kind of love that doesn’t ask for anything in return.
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