我的父亲 My Father
小时候，生活在一间小房子里。家里就两个房间。父母一 房，两个哥哥，我和小妹四人，都睡在另外一间房里。一边墙，是一张双层床，老大楼上，老二楼下。另一边，是一张抽屉似的睡床，到了晚上，就将隐藏在床下的 第二张床拉出来睡。老四上面，老三我睡下面。每晚，大家虽然挤在一起，但还过得蛮融洽的。
I remember when i was little,we lived in a small flat with two bedrooms. While my parents slept in one, my two older brothers, my younger sister and I slept in the other. On one side of the room, was a double decker bed, where the two older boys occupied. And on the other, sat a pull-out bed, on which my sister slept, and of course that left me to sleep on the bottommost section. Crowded, but comfortable.
家里不是属于富裕之家，没有大汽车，大洋房，但倒是三 餐温饱，该有的东西，父母都会尽力给我们。细想之下，我们应该是可以算是小康之家吧。爸爸每天上班之前都会弄早餐给我们哥儿们吃；牛油面包，热饮料打入一 个生鸡蛋，虽简单，但充满了应有的营养成分。屋里的一切大小，爸爸也打点地有条有理。小学时的日子天真无邪，蛮写意的。
We were not a rich household, there was no big car nor house,but we had what we needed. Every morning before work, Dad would make us simple but nutritious breakfast; butter toast, and hot milo with a raw egg inside. And everything was always kept in order, Dad wouldn’t have it any other way. In retrospect, primary school days were happy, contented.
中学时期，想法开始成长。开始质问自己为何没有办法和有些朋友一样，可以有司机接送，可以生活在大房子，可以每年出国旅行。年少无知的愚昧，令我觉得自己 缺少了生命中应该拥有的幸福，认为那些我向往的东西是我也因该拥有的。渐渐的，对生活中的不满逐渐的入侵我心，令我想摆脱家里的一切。一阵子，还怪过爸爸 没有赚多一点钱，来让孩子们可以有更多东西。长大后，才知道到自己是那么的自私。那个年代，一个人照顾一家六口，是多么的困难，但他从来都没有一句怨言， 我有什么权利不满？
In secondary school, I began to question if i were missing out on all the worldly possession that some of my friends had; car, living in a bungalow, and the yearly overseas trip. My ignorance blamed it on my father for not making enough to allowed such luxuries, and it made me embarrassed about ourselves. It was only after some years later did i realize the extent of my selfishness, because father had to support a family of six with his single income, and he never complained, so what right did I have?
Dad was the oldest of seven boys, he was a filial son, responsible brother who took care of his younger brothers. And at home, he was a true blue Asian father. A stern master of the house, a single stare would render four of us paralyzed with fear and into silence. Dad was never one to verbalize his concern, and hardly generous with physical closeness. He worked hard, took care of the family in the traditional way, which was the only way he knew how.
Twenty over years on, we have all grown up, Dad is retired and relaxing at home, taking care of our little dog, meeting up with old friends, playing his favourite table tennis and hanging out with Mom. there is no longer a need to slog for a living, but as always, the children’s welfare is still the top priority in his mind. No matter how old, successful we may be, to Dad, we will always be those kids still running around him.
Being much older, i now understand that although I was not given the materialistic luxuries that I yearned for when younger, I was given a stable and caring family that Dad traded his entire youth for. He never said ” I love you”, but his silent dedication and sacrifice, have already transcended the demarcation of those three words.
A Father’s love for his children, is unconditional.
Dad, you do not have to say anything, because I already know.