For my dad:

You are a man of few words.

Someone biologically programmed to love me.

The one who would slog so hard for this family just so that he could meet our needs.

The one who would stay up to wait for me to be home almost every single time.

The one who would bombard my phone with a gazzilion calls worrying about my safety.

The one who would nag at me to make my bed and even though I don't do it most of the time, it's always neatly made up when I'm back home.

The one who convinced the mother to get me a credit card so that I will learn to manage my finances.

The one who used to braid my hair when I was young.

The one who would worry if I had enough cash for school.

The one who never stopped loving me even when I disappointed him.

The one who told me that having cancer was not the end of the world.

The list goes on.

I never knew I had so much unconditional love and respect for my dad.

Daddy, I'm sorry I took this long to tell you that I love you.