I had the opportunity to chat with my father over a cup of tea earlier this evening.

My father asked about my university course and what it was all about. He also shared with me, indirectly, that he would be supporting me throughout my university years. He revealed that he had actually considered retiring next year, but he would stay on for the next three years in order to support me.

My parents have always pushed us to pursue a university degree and my dad has always set aside enough so that the dream is achieveable for each and every one of us. My father mused about how he was actually the top scorer for the nationwide exams at his primary school. Alas, he had to start working at the age of 15 to support his family. Even polytechnic education was out of the question for him.

He told me that he has no regrets about the life he’s lived, and in that moment I started to tear up. My father rarely, if ever, talks about himself. So, to have heard that directly from him… I was really, really affected. It took every part of me to stop myself from crying there and then.

I vow to make my father proud. I vow to be able to say it just like my father, that I’ve lived my life with no regrets.

anonymous asked:


Nestle: Your most precious plush toy? Why?

“Sir Winston The Third” was the byproduct of typical “Brandt” arrogance. The Old English Sheep Dog plush toy was the definition of aristocracy; with its monocle, poofy English hair, and knit sweater with the Brandt crest perfectly sewn on. By all means, such a plush toy was hardly his father’s cup of tea. After all, the great Anthony Senior would much prefer him to play with a rock (”There are starving children in Indonesia with nothing!”) than a toy that exemplified the capitalistic structure that they ought to despise. Never the less, his mother’s hand-me-down plush toy weaseled its way into his heart. Today, it remains in the possession of his wife – buried in the basement.