I love my dad don’t get me wrong—but for almost my entire life, he’s barely been home.
With Father’s Day coming up in a little more than a week and a half, I figure it’s time the two of us spend more time together.
Dad works at the York Hotel, basically from noon to midnight daily. Even for something as simple as a lunch he couldn’t bear to leave his “second home”. So I joined him there at the White Rose Cafe (chef speciality dishes at only $12 from May 1-July 31, 11am-11pm) yesterday. Here’s what went down:
Me: [passing him a cup that I bought for him] “Dad, here I got you a gift. I love you.”
It reads: “When I Become a Dad, I Wanna Be Just Like You” With an image of my dad in a sarong, smiling without his dentures.
Dad: “Where the f*** are my teeth?”
Can’t wait for our next date. But maybe Mom would be fun.
