this morning, a man and a child about 4-5y/o, squeezed into the crowded train, and were by the door. the next station, only some alighted and more crammed...poor dad and lil girl had to bear with the situation...the lil girl worse, her face faced peoples asses...gee.
lil gal clinched on to daddys hips; the highest her hands could reach, while dad embraced his lil girl as close to him as possible; giving her all the protection he could give from the "monsters" around her, while holding on to the door that was the only thing he could hold on to.
it brought me back to those days when i was her age...even up til now, that bond dadda and i had, stays the same. whenever we go out, hed make sure im safe; hed always shift to the "danger side" of the paths when we walk or cross, and while holding my hands tightly. hed always keep me away from scary-looking people...
then to the even younger days when i was just a toddler and hed already teach me wrestling, boxing with my brother, tickling me with his 2-day-old-shaved sharp beard i like to feel with the back of my hands, and our thumb-wrestle game.
and proud to say that we still do that at times.
i admired that dad i saw this morning. its like, no matter how guys can be very sucky in their younger days, once they become a dad, everything changes. awwwww...
shweetz...
kaye, cya
lil gal clinched on to daddys hips; the highest her hands could reach, while dad embraced his lil girl as close to him as possible; giving her all the protection he could give from the "monsters" around her, while holding on to the door that was the only thing he could hold on to.
it brought me back to those days when i was her age...even up til now, that bond dadda and i had, stays the same. whenever we go out, hed make sure im safe; hed always shift to the "danger side" of the paths when we walk or cross, and while holding my hands tightly. hed always keep me away from scary-looking people...
then to the even younger days when i was just a toddler and hed already teach me wrestling, boxing with my brother, tickling me with his 2-day-old-shaved sharp beard i like to feel with the back of my hands, and our thumb-wrestle game.
and proud to say that we still do that at times.
i admired that dad i saw this morning. its like, no matter how guys can be very sucky in their younger days, once they become a dad, everything changes. awwwww...
shweetz...
kaye, cya