I confessed to my Dad about my poor performance in school.
My Dad didn't scold me.
He wasn't angry.
He simply talked to me in a understanding manner.

I felt so guilty.

My Dad is probably one of the nicest person on earth.
He's generous with his allowance.
Paid for my new handphone.
Paid for my bills.

And here I am, being such a kid.
Skipping classes all the time.
Slacking here and there.

My Dad told me, I'm actually a smart kid, just that I'm plain lazy.
My dad is right, I couldn't agree more.
Not that I'm praising myself or anything, but I really do believe I can do it.
I'm just distracted.

Dad, I swear when I grow up, I'll get myself an awesome career,
and make it big.
And then I'll pay you back a hundredfold of what you have given to me.





P.S. haha i teared when i wrote this.