There is a guy in my life.
He speaks wisdom that I always deny.
We used to jog together frequently. It all started by his body's red alarm. The readings on his sphygmomanometer are always an artificial heart attack to him. As soon as he reported them to his wife, the red figures would next be a news for the whole family. Every child of him has prayed hard to God. They know by heart of how much he means to them.
That was why we jogged.
Jogging seems a way to lower the figures showed on the sphygmomanometer, at least that is what he thinks.
We jogged as often as we could, sometimes after my class, sometimes after his work. I jogged with a purpose of keeping fit. He bought a new pair of running shoes for me. I chose the shoes. It was on sale. I knew by my heart that I would only let him to buy something that was on sale.
I jogged very slow. Sometimes I could not keep up with his pace. I pushed myself to go forward, because the incentive of being like a stick man thin barbie doll was greater than my mental suffocation. We jogged together.
The routine lasted long. It was long enough that on one occasion, I started to realise that I was no longer the on the same pace as him. I slowed down. We had to go together.
I felt a little force pressed on my heart, water started to contaminate in my eyes.
He said with exhaustion, "Elisa, you can go first".
I shook my head. The chemical compound called H2O nearly dripped down on my cheek. I held it back.
There is a guy in my life.
He pays for my everything that I can't pay for.
Thanks dad.
(Left to right: mum, brother, sister, sister, sister, dad
Behind the camera: Elisa)
Happy Father's Day:)