daddy's love

Daddy made me a bowl of noodles.

I asked him to get my helper to make one. He told her he'll do it.

I asked him to rest, i'll do it on my own. He just stood there.

As soon as the water boils, he grabbed the pack of noodles and started cooking. He cooked the noodles carefully, watching the fire, and testing the noodles to make sure they were perfectly cooked.

I stood by his side, allowing a father to express his tender quiet love.

Now, I'm satisfied, from the food and from the love.

You ask me how it's like getting married? I'll tell you it's bittersweet.