As I walked into the living room to finished up my hw due before midnight, my dad slightly raised his voice and said, "James, come over here." Thinking I had done something wrong, I raised my voice and replied, "What!" As I walked back into the kitchen, my dad stood holding a bbq fish with two plates of rice already set out on the table.
"Come eat with me. I bbq a very tasty fish. Eat."
My heart paused for awhile as I silently went over to sit down feeling dumb for my inconsiderate action.
"Try it, it is really good! I bbq it."
For the longest time, it was hard to fill my stomach with the nicely cooked fish, and keep a straight face at my dad. It was at this moment, I remembered 11 years ago me and my dad sat at the same table eating a similar dish, except he was much more younger and stronger. I have been so busy with school, work, and life this semester that I have forgotten all about my dad until this meal with him. Time has done so much to my dad, but for some reason, he never forgets to invite his ill-manner son. It was an emotional moment of silence until my tears climbed out, and I fled the scene to recover. Sorry papa, for love is simple. For us, it is a plate of rice and a bbq fish.
Love your parents for they cannot grow young and anew like a flower. Give them every amount of love, because they cant stay forever hoping you'll love them. They're getting older in just a blink of an eye.