we've never been the expressive kind of family. we don't give hugs or kisses when we leave or come home, not even during special occasions. we love, care & support each other in silence, particularly my dad. he's the type who's reserved but you sense the deep concern. he's a wise man who rarely speaks, so when he does we really listen.
being the eldest of 4 girls, i think i'm more of my mom's girl than my dad's. i feel that amongst us, my 2nd sibling or my youngest is closest to my dad. that's why i really value the few times that my dad shows his affection towards me.
this morning, while i was having breakfast, he came to me with a tube of antibiotic. he told me to apply it to my wound. (fyi: i just had a big wart removed from my middle finger in my left hand)
i cherish these occasional moments, they transport me to a state of bliss.
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