Sweet Surprise

In our household, we are extremely glad that Father's Day only comes once a year. This is mainly because my dad has an odd idea of what it means to be a father. In short, I believe he gets clues from old TV sitcoms where the perceived-to-be-uncool dad plays Mr. Tough to keep the rebellious shenanigans in line which, during the process, becomes the character for comic relief. But life isn't as funny as the sitcoms make them to be.


Anyways, I started my day missing breakfast because I had to tend to his dietary needs of red bean toast with strawberry jam and an egg over easy. Then I washed the dishes and cleaned the kitchen with my sisters as he lamented how disrespectful children are these days that how people, unlike himself, just don't know how to think. I beg to differ. After wards, he sent us to do some yard work, pulling out some pretty defiant weeds in the backyard. Luckily, he is an injured man and let us be. Just as I was feeling that this day would turn out to be pretty bleak, this is what we found:



Baby strawberries growing in our very own backyard! I took this to be an optimistic symbol of the silver lining behind every gray cloud and a note conveying that everything will be alright. As much as I regret not having a better day, what has happened has happened and there is nothing to do about it except move forward. My older sister is very mature about topics like these, and my younger sister celebrated the situation by eating a strawberry.
Cheers to the glitters of hope that sustains us!