make me smile. :D

As I was preparing pictures for my father’s day gift for my dad, I saw this picture..

Then I thought… I guess the reason why my dad and I fight a lot is because we’re a lot a like. And maybe the reason why I’m not easily shaken is because of my family’s ability to make me strong.

My dad can always make me smile, even though we always fight. I guess there is no perfect relationship. Conflict always has to rise in order for relationships to get better (I mean if it gets fixed ahha).

One of the things that I thank God the most is that He gifted me with a wonderful family whom I deeply cherish and adore. Sure we all have our imperfections but it is in their flaws and mine that I love them more. I’m pretty close to my family. Pretty meaning super. They have the ability to make me think, make me correct and make me better. No other entity in the world is more stable than them.

My dad can always make me smile, same as my mum, and same as my sister. I don’t know what happened this vacation but it seems that my family has grown stronger. For some reason we’re all closer now. Fights rarely happen but an open line of communication is still present. I can talk when I’m with them, I can talk and I can say what I want, when I want given that it is in a respectful format. What I admire most about my relationship with my dad and mum is that they were able to make themselves my best friends. For some reason, I can really talk to them.

When I saw this picture in my picture CD archive, I saw the art of it. This was taken in my cousin’s debutant ball in Shangri-La and I was the flower girl. I remember this because, I dint want to smile for the camera, so what my dad did was he forced the smile out of me. Hahaha. I was already getting restless and board simply because at that time I had no one in my age group present. All my cousin are decades older than me, so I was really getting tired with all the socializing, then my dad saw me, called me, then told me to take a picture with him… I sat on his lap and was bored to death. When the photographer said “Smile!” I didn’t want to, so what my dad did was he told me to smile, and placed his hands on my face and forced as smile out of me. Hahaha

In this situation of course “forcing a smile out of me” was in the literal sense. But what I want to say is, even now that not a lot of pictures are take he still can force the smile out of me. When I stressed he surprises me with stuff. During vacation when I’m dead bored we usually go to his sites and hang out like a bunch of construction workers do. When I have nothing to do he normally brings me with him to do his errands and to go on road trips. I’ve been with my dad when he buys equipments, tires, bolts, gas, trucks and cars; computers, software’s and so on… I guess what I mean to say is that in what ever situation I love how just being with my dad makes me so happy, and so goes for my mum and sister. I am not a daddy’s girl neither am I a mummy’s girl… I’m both actually because as small as my family is, we have no other option but to be close! And suppppper close! ahahahha