Oh father

I'm not trying to say through my essay that I like my father than my mother. It's just that the moments with him had more fluctuations. My best and worst moments were all with him and reminding them gave me time to be a bit nostalgic. I would like to share some moments I've spent with my father.

I've shared bizarre experiences with my father throughout my life. We started an excursion immediately. There, I fished for the first time. I am not trying to tell that just fishing was such a memorable experience. The important part starts from here. I can't remember the process, but when I looked at my hand, the hook pierced my hand before I even recognized it. He was so frustrated by looking at my hand and tried to get rid of it. He failed so he got help from a near fisherman. He threw all the bait right away never touched fishing rod from that day. I assume that that was also his first time of fishing. 

By the way, my father taught me in an extremely strict manner. Everything I got scolded by my father was about etiquette and manners while behaving was just a normal weekend. My father was doing the dishes and I got right in with my mother about some peculiar things. When I misbehave towards my mother, my father always punished me really hard because he couldn't tolerate any situation of going against my mother. As soon as he heard mom yelling at me, he took the pan which he was washing-still had some white foams on it-and hit my head. In fact, I can't remember what happened exactly because when I woke up, I was on my bed. My mother says that I fainted for few minutes, and I thought never to mess up with my mother. 

Although humans are intelligent animals, they tend to repeat the same mistake. It was two years ago when I met my worst birthday. It was such a toilsome day because I came back from 학원 at 10. My family was sitting on the table waiting for me to celebrate my birthday. Everything was perfect; I blew the candles and wished to get into the school I was preparing for months. I ate a delightful bite of the cake and the disaster started then. I can't recognize what I've said to my mother, but it must have been something very impolite. I had a hard day that moment and wasn't really caring about other's feeling. My father started to yell at me about what I've done to my mother. Can't remember other words, but I can tell that he was extremely angry. He said, "You're gonna be so dead if you fail to go into that fxxxxx school" and left the table and slammed his door. Thanks to him anyway, it became my worst birthday and served me as the biggest motivation to foster my obstinacy.

The last story traces back to the period when I believed that Santa existed. I wished Santa to get me toys that I craved so much. My father called me when he went to his company and said "Wonjae, I asked Santa for the toy you want to get, and he said that it wasn't prepared by his elves so he can't get one for you. Instead, he promised to me to give other toy anything you want. Would that be okay, my little son?" I didn't even recognized that my father was lying and thought my father was good at compromising people's will. As a grown up son, I really cherish my father's consideration of protecting his young son's purity.

What if the hook never pierced me? What if I had never fainted at all? What if I behaved so well that I never got such motivation? What if my father told me that Santa was himself? What if he wasn't there for all the time? It is hard to imagine how I would be like without my father in my life. Anyway, love you Dad