My mom and I chat a lot. Our relationship is more like friends, unlike mother and daughter. We talk about things. Our favorite topic is my dad. My mom always tells me one story over and over again; and it’s about my dad.
When my mom was young, like very young, twenty years ago, she was quite beautiful. (My dad said so, I would never know.) At that time, lots of people wanted to date my mom, my dad was one of them. According to my mom, among them, my dad wasn’t very stand out, wasn’t at all. He wasn’t the richest one or the most handsome one. However, he was the most thoughtful one, whether before or after the marriage.
And here comes the story, the story I have heard millions of time: It happened during the time when my mom was trying to find the right guy for her to marry. Once, her birthday, my dad knocked at her door late in the evening. Open the door, there’s a human-sized toy bear standing in front of her. She was so surprised. Then my dad made her dinner because my mom couldn’t cook. Although toy bears can never compare to diamond rings, still, my mom said at the moment, she felt like she was the happiest woman in the whole world.
Story continued. After they got marry, my mom still couldn’t cook. At first my dad always cook for her. But after my dad’s company opened, he didn’t really have time to do that anymore. So my mom started to learn how to cook. It was tough. Every time she tried to cook, no matter how bad it taste, my dad would eat it, all of it, with smile on his face, and also encouraged her by saying how good it taste. My mom knew how unpalatable it was.
I think what she wants to tell me is that; my dad is the right guy for her. And in reality, there’s always a special person for everyone. The special one will always come eventually; it’s only a matter of time.
-Kathy Chen