My father travels a lot (what he does for a living, I still have NO idea). Because of my workaholic dad, my father is doing a little better than just well-to-do. However, sometimes, I just wish that he could stop working for awhile. He works on weekends, public holidays and even on his leave days.
About the only time we ever have together right now, is with him in the car, when he's driving me somewhere. But, of course, he would be on the phone, and I would sit there beside him, silent and listening to music from my iPhone.
When I was younger (like lower primary young), my dad travelled less and I had lesser commitments. Both of us thus had more time to spend with each other. He'd bring me cycling, swimming, to the beach and we'd drop by electronic fairs all the time to buy new nifty gadgets. He would even bring me to the toy store to pick out a toy (I would usually go for the helicopters or swords).
Unfortunately, somewhere along all the travelling and commitments, we have grown apart. When I sit across him at the dining table, I can't find anything to talk about and neither can he, so we just sit there silently, taking turns to utter comments about the food under our breaths and checking our phones every so often. Perhaps, just perhaps, if my dad hadn't taken the high-paying job which requires so much travelling, we might be closer today.
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