Personal Narrative: Mummy And Daddy

“Who do you love more- Mummy or Daddy?” A lady at the maid agency asked me when I was around seven years old. Without missing a beat, I responded meekly with “Mummy”, which she later announced to them with a boisterous laugh. It was true; as a young girl, I never had a close relationship with my father. A petite man with short cropped hair, my father has eyes that crinkled whenever he smiled. Then, he was always working, and though he worked from home, he always made sure that my brother and I would not disturb him in his office, firmly telling us not to disturb him without even shifting his attention from the computer screen. If he was not working, he would be out playing golf or meeting his friends till late at night, a timing which I would have already been in bed by. Family outings were rare and short, as my father grew impatient and tired easily. To this day, I only recall

My father was not working as much as before, and I was able to connect with him when he talked to me about life- a ‘game’ which he succeeded in. He always made sure to remind me of how lucky I was to be living so comfortably compared to the rest of my peers, and how hard he had to work to get to where he is at now. Most of his life lessons started off with him repeating, “You see, your father only had secondary school education. And yet, I am so much better off than others who had the same education as me. I am so lucky, you know?” Yet, of everything that he has taught me so far, he encouraged rationality most. It sounds like common sense, but he always reminded me that a person’s greed can always get the better of him. He made sure that I was not naïve when it came to trusting people and to always think twice before jumping into something big. He would often lament that I should be wary of deals or situations that seem too good to be true. This applied to most aspects of life- relationships, career paths, and