When I was younger, my father was my favourite person. My sister and I used to wait by the door for when he came home. We’d cry ‘daddy!’ and go running.
When I need to look to someone for motivation, I always think of my father. He is the most hard-working person I know. It’s lucky that we’re a very creative family - being able to ask my father about his opinion on my work, or initial brief ideas, is so great. My dad has this knack of coming up with amazing ideas - that’s how he was able to start and, more importantly, sustain his own company.
As most fathers do, mine tells awful jokes. One I remember from when I was younger was to do with a snail on a turtle’s back, shouting ‘weeee’ or something silly like that. He loves his football, which comes from moving to Liverpool from Hong Kong at a very early age. This is also something I admire, actually about both of my parents, that they were able to adapt to a drastic change in their lives, and end up making the best of it.
Right now, my parents are in early retirement, which means my father is at home a lot more. Admittedly, this quite a change to the house since before, my father didn’t come home until 7 or 8 in the evening. It’s still taking some getting used to, but underneath it all, I’m glad that we’re able to spend more time together as a family. It’s really nice, you know?
One thing I’d say is that my father gets unnecessarily stressed about things. He nit-picks and I also don’t think he realises just how loud he can talk sometimes! But my family and I know, he only wants the best for all of us. When I asked him what his one wish would be, he wished for the health and happiness of his family. And Daddy, I’d wish for the same.