I finally watched How To Train Your Dragon 2 with my brother yesterday! I was looking forward to watching it since foreverrr but didn’t have the time. Well I technically didn’t have the time yesterday…but it’s an exception! It didn’t disappoint. No shame, I cried. (I realize that I cry at a lot of kid movies, but I do get emotional easily…) No spoilers but it really touched me when I saw Hiccup with his father. It reminded me of my dad and all the things he would do for me.
When I was little, I wanted to do everything my dad did. He read huge books full of words without pictures and so I would take his books and “read” them too. I didn’t like reading picture books. I wanted to read what my dad read. Since he was a computer programmer, I would tap away at the computer too. If he wrote notes on paper, I’d follow along, scribbling my own notes. I wanted to grow up just like him. At school, I always wrote him down as my hero and role model. I even considered studying Computer Science after his footsteps. When he cries, (and he rarely ever cries) I cry as well because I can feel his emotions overwhelming me. I was and always will be his little “mui mui”. Everyone says that we look the most alike and I don’t mind. Our personalities are pretty similar too, except for the fact that he reads really slowly.
I feel so indebted to him for all the love he’s given me my whole life. I know that I wasn’t an easy child. I probably made them laugh a lot since I do that even now, but I was the crazy curious girl. They’d be so patient with me asking them every minute where we were going and if we were there yet in the car while I would get frustrated over them asking me simple questions. I’m so thankful, for them letting me try so many new things that I wanted to try, for staying up with me and helping me with projects, for giving me a good example to follow and supporting me always. He still stays up with me at times when I studying until the morning, or he at least wakes up early and would make me breakfast. He still comes right away to help me kill a spider I’ve found no matter what time or what he’s in the middle of doing. I’ll wake him up from his nightmares and wake him up to lull me back to sleep from mine. He still lists me as a “child” when RSVP-ing for something. I’ll always be the baby in his arms who didn’t know how to do anything other than cry, eat, and poop. I don’t mind waiting for him to see that I’ve grown up. I know he’s proud of me and all the growing up I’ve done so far, but there’s so much more and I can’t wait to let him see it all.
I just hope that he stays healthy and lives long til he’s all old and wrinkly. I get emotionally attached to people easy and let’s just say that if any one of my immediate family members leave me, I don’t know what I’ll do. One thing for sure, I want him to be the one to walk me down that aisle. I want him to be there when his first grandchild is born. I’m scared sometimes just imagining if he wasn’t able to see all that. Of course, there are countless times when I hate him so much and find him annoying, but it all blows over like a kid blowing out a birthday candle. It doesn’t matter how mad I am at him, I can never stay mad at him. He’s my dad! For now, I’ll try my best to repay his love and be a better daughter. I used to hate it when people snore, but now I can’t sleep until I can hear him snoring soundly. I know that there’s a lot to life that I still have yet to learn, but I just hope that whatever I do, I’ll make him proud, proud to call me his mui mui.