My SuperDad

I'm very proud to be the daughter of my dad. Not only because he is such an awesome father, pouring undivided love and tender to my bro n me; but also b'coz he is a sweet husband to my mother. I mean, when n where can u see a man with a white-collar status do cooking, feeding the dogs, cleaning n begging his children to take good care of his wife when his dear missus is ill? (Oops... does this show that we do not make good children? I leave it for you to decide) He has been constantly on the phone with his kids to ask how's she doing. All these pretty much have taught me a very important lesson. Being a true man, not only requires all the testosterone parade such as 6-pax, explosive muscles, being cool, or even being fiery at all times; these do not make up a man, indeed. I reckon that a true man has to unfailingly be able to protect the people around him (of course, that includes his beloved wife and kids). He must know how to be as cold as an ice cube on the outside and at the same time be as warm as a radiant sun in the inside. The warmth would appear n overwhelm the coldness when the nature needs him. N sometimes he would display his coldness to lead the family.
Now, that's what I call a man. Those who do not qualify, well, too bad. It just shows that u r still a boy. A young one, indeed.