So, my dad vacuumed my room for hours every evening to make it warmer.
“A cookie cutter I made for my kid.”
He still had to live with him.
- My dad never liked my husband. He thought I deserved someone better.
During our wedding, he didn’t make any toasts and even asked me a couple of times, “Are you sure?” For all these years, I’ve replied with the phrase, “Dad, it’s not you who is going to live with him!” A month ago, we had a fire in our apartment, so we’re renovating it now. We all decided that we would live with my parents until the renovation work was finished. We don’t disturb anyone and try to be quiet (almost invisible).
Luckily, dad doesn’t make any remarks about this and seems fine to live with my husband under the same roof. But still he mutters from time to time, “So, you said it’s not me who is going to live with him, right?”
“My son wanted this type of a hot dog for breakfast. He got it.”
“I made this dollhouse for my daughter, including windows and doors.”
There’s nothing more important than our favorite things.
- In childhood, I loved pears.
But we were quite poor. I once asked my dad to buy me some pears, and was happy to eat them the following day. Later, I found out that my dad dismantled his motorcycle — our only vehicle — and sold some of its parts to buy me pears.
