This blog post is dedicated to celebrating my dad's birthday. Happy birthday, Amai! 💙
Have you ever watched the K-drama “When Life Gives You Tangerines”?
At first, when I saw the title and the cast, I thought it would be just like any other K-drama I’ve seen before. But once I started watching it, I was deeply touched—especially the parts that portrayed the relationship between the father and the child. It really hit home.
Even now as an adult, I still turn to my parents whenever I’m going through something difficult. But after my dad became disabled, I started holding myself back from going to them with my problems. I tried my best to handle things on my own, but it’s always hard to hide my struggles. In the end, I still find myself running back to them—and crying. I guess I’m still a bit of a crybaby, huh?
When I was a little girl, I always looked up to my dad. He was, and still is, an amazing, hardworking, and kind-hearted man. I’ve never seen him angry at my mom—not even once in my entire life. Sure, he raised his voice when any of us made mistakes, but deep down, his heart has always been full of love for his family.
My dad has always had a provider mindset. As a woman, I admire that quality so much and wished to marry someone just like him. He may not have had the chance to go to a proper school, but he made sure that we did. He worked hard to give us a better life and a good education—something I will forever be grateful for.
Even now, I’m still my dad’s little girl. I may be the second youngest among my siblings, but I’ve always acted like I’m the baby of the family. My youngest brother is way more mature than me, haha!
Looking back at my life, I can confidently say that I’m truly blessed to have my dad. Nothing I do will ever be enough to repay everything he has done for us.
But there’s one thing that still makes my heart ache.
On my wedding day, my dad couldn’t walk me down the aisle. He didn’t even want to take any photos. He chose to stay in his room. I don’t blame him, but I’d be lying if I said it didn’t hurt. Every time I look at my wedding pictures and don’t see him in them, it stings a little.
Still, no matter what, I will always love and honor him. Happy birthday, Amai. Thank you for being the amazing father that you are. 💙
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