but today, I finally got to see him in the other light, and in a really sad way.

For the first time, I saw fear in his eyes at dinner.
At dinner, he only ate one bowl of rice instead of his usual two.
He drove the car slower than his usual speed.
He would stare into space when the traffic lights turn from red to green.

He didn’t say much today, except for that one line when he stepped into home after work: “I’m tired.”

The worse part? He looked so tired, so hazy, and his eyes were teary.

(I don’t really know why I’m typing this in this blog, where it’s supposed to be for typography and stuff. I guess I needed to let this blog get a feel of reality, of my life, you know?)

I really don’t want anything unfair to happen to my dad, when what happened was not his fault at all.

I guess my Christmas Wish(es) for 2010 would be the most simplest, most heartfelt, most sincere wish I’ve ever made (and for the first time, a christmas wish that is not for me):

1. I wish that the stranger that got hit who is lying in the ICU would be touched by the hands of God one more time so that he can carry on living,

2. And my dad to stay strong and carry on fighting for what’s right and fair.

This is the worse feeling that anyone can get - when they see their loved ones suffering quietly and putting up a brave front, and there is absolutely nothing you can do to take away that fear.

I would never ever want anyone to feel this way.

:’|