I went home this morning and my pop was the only one left in the house since it's graduation time. Almost all my cousins are graduating. My mom went to the old house to help with the cooking and stuff.
My father an I are not that close with terms to conversation. (sadly) He was working in another country most of my life. It's actually not that bad. We still talk but, I just feel a little "hanging" whenever we do.
He insisted he cook lunch for me and since he knows I don't eat rice at home, he bought buns instead and made eggs. He's a good cook. I stayed at home for 2 hours and told him I have work.
I am blessed with the greatest father. Though we lack open communication, I know he listens to me.