As chatty and bubbly as I can be, sometimes it feels easier to sit back and conceal a part of my emotion from others. And it seems that of late, the struggle to not be able to fully express my emotion became a little....unbearable.
So this Father's Day, I gave my dad the best "present" I could ever give him - I gave him all my problems :p
He just reached home from outstation that evening, and he was sitting quietly at the living room reading the news,looking slightly tired from the flight home. I slowly made my way to him, hugged him and wished him Happy Father's Day.
And just as he was about to thank me and go back to his reading - I broke down and cried in his arms. Tears just flew down my face like waterfall and I was pretty sure I shocked him with my little drama Queen moment. Hehe. Before I knew it, I told him of all my worries through my chokes and tears.
I didn't expect to tell him so much, but it was then - right that moment when I was in his warm embrace that I felt safe and unjudged, and that I could pour everything....and I did.
And I'm glad I did.
In his soothing demeanor, he calms me down. He told me not to loose hope, and that life without its lows and troughs is a life not worth living. He told me that in every hardship there is blessing and he said all that while I sob and cry like a five year old in his arms.
He probably used all the cliche lines in the world and yet, who would have thought that those words were exactly what I needed to hear :)
Time and time again, a moment like this would remind me that no matter how far I go in life, no matter how much older and more mature I've become, my father will always be my pillar of strength.
It reminds me that a father's love is often silent yet strong, unexpressed but felt greatest at times like this.