I Remember...

To Honor Our Father...

I remember it was you, who always bought me something whenever you came back from a trip when I was a kid.

I remember it was you, who gave me a surprise birtday at my nursery school when I was 4.

I remember it was you, who prepared two movies for me everyday before I went to bed.

I remember it was you, who beat me up and then helped me to put on medicine when I was out of control.

I remember it was you, who always remembered what I like and bought me books even though you believe "book" would bring bad luck (in terms of gambling).

I remember it was you, who built up "whole room" of bookshelves in our study room.

I remember it was you, who always wanted to be the chef cooking for my guests whenever there was a chance.

I remember it was you, who always took us out for dim sum during the weekend, and spent the day with us.

I remember...