My father
A few weeks ago I visited my father at the cemetery. I wondered what he would say and how he would react upon knowing you were a boy. In Chinese culture, having a boy is preferred as it is deemed to pass on the family bloodline and surname. I started imagining how he would treat you if he was still around. About a week ago, I was driving home with your mother and we had just passed my mother's home, where I saw her walking slowly back home. It was night time, so I assumed she was returning from the pokies. I started thinking about what life would be like right now if my father hadn't passed away and if I hadn't of gotten married. I would be returning home, seeing my dad watching tv on the sofa. I would ask him where mum was and he would say the club. He would then ask me if I was hungry, as he always did, and offer to make me some food. Even though he passed away almost two years ago now, memories of him still come up from time to time. The intensity of these memories can