the four right chords can make me cry

of fathers and daughters

he wakes me up for breakfast when it's almost lunch and in search of food we go. i have a new helmet, it's really light, half shell, doesn't feel very protective. but that's ok. cos my daddy will never crash.
something in the late morning air, slightly overcast, crisp makes me feel quietly delirious. i feel like standing up on the footpegs and stretching my arms out into the air swishing past. but i don't, of course.
how to explain to you the contentment and elation of riding with my dad? none will ever know it but i, his only daughter.
bikes can be parked anywhere. we park on the sidewalk and walk around in search of a hearty meal. i discover great malay food in serangoon gardens and though he can't take spicy stuff, he likes it too.
we talk about nothing in particular as we pick up the chicken rice for skin dog. we've never had a serious conversation (save scoldings) in my life. i don't think you need to talk about serious things all the time, thats incredibly intense and draining. me and dad, things just flow.
me dad and skin dog are sitting around in the study when one by one the whole family appears. bizzare coincidence. pgp is off school early, mum is on half day. it feels nice but also weird. i think it's the first time we've all been in the same room in a year maybe.
when dd comes to pick me up from dinner with the pgp ppl he proclaims that he is stuffed to the ears with salmon sashimi from ikoi. but when me and peej are eating dim sum, he eats too, and asks me to order more!
his "instruction" while i drive does irritate me though. i wonder how long it will last. at least he's not as bad as mum.

i'm honestly weary of it, the constant tiptoeing around, having to keep my defences up. i just wish to be left alone.

posted by beckyboo @ 12:06 PM