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My dad works in the wet market nearby which he had to go to work in the early morning where all the rest of family members are sleeping in their comfy bed. Due to the nature of my dad’s job, he often reach home in the morning and will begin preparing meals for me after school.

I recalled there is one time when I reached home from school, I noticed my uncle and brothers were around. Seldom they hang at my dad’s house. I saw my dad was laying on the recliner chair, talking to my brother. Sensing something is wrong, I walked up closely to my dad. I found out that his head was wounded. Getting few stitches and swelling. At that moment, I was speechless. I felt helpless. A lot of things rushed to my mind. Bombarded with questions and possibilities, which I ended up sitting next to him. Quietly saying nothing.

Finally, I asked him if he was all right? He told me he is fine. He took painkiller and rest. I gazed upon him that entire afternoon while he was sleeping. That night itself, I cried myself to sleep. I felt I was an infillial son.

I learn that he was being hit by a robber from behind while waiting for my brother to finish work. He was sitting behind a car when suddenly his attacker attacked him from behind using a hammer. My father stood up and gave a good fight. It alerted the workers there and rushed to assist my dad. The attacker managed to flee and my dad was sent to clinic by my brother shortly. It came upon that the attacker was eying for my dad’s watch.

I am here to be a good son, treat him well and gave him the best I could offer.

Dad. Happy Father’s Day.

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