All the way from Jan to April. The ground secession is close to an end. I always know the morn I learn, and the even more unkown. There's nowhere near deep. I'm still on the surface.
Though we didn't talk much really. From liking him in the beginng, because he will do what he can to satisfy us. To my revolutionary period that I dislike him from every angle. He's the wall of the family that block every possibility that I could be wrong. During then I was the rebel that on the opposite of hitting the wall. I dug my own tunnel for my private gateaway. He's old school of course. I was thinking that if he wants me to be just like what he wants. Why putting me in a school like this? My vision has been broaden but I cannot just DO.
And little by little I started to recall this whole years. Then I discovered this picture on the desk. My 30-year-old dad. With his fashion hair style and those eyes what I see everyday in the mirror. (The eyes of the pilot maybe, coz his the one with the best eyesight. ) He definitely has changed a lot. For all these years. Me went to college/ army/ Shanghai/ California/ Eva( Temp?). Even though we didnt talk much he provided some silent support. Unlike my Mom is on the front line. He got his infornation needed from overhearing us or he might use Mom as a messenger. He's a shy big man I can say. (So I guess we have the same gene).
I start to admire him to build this castle that we can settle down and do something crazy. Those adventure cannot be done without his effert from behind.
And Yes, by the time when I'm 30....
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