My Dad and I:
Not sure how to start. Dad has always been a mystery to me. It seems that I never understand what Dad wants. When my Dad was sixty years old, my sister and I want to celebrate his birthday so we ask him if he would like to go out for dinner. For some reason, he angrily reply no. so we didn't go out. He later complain that we didn't take him out. I was perplexed because I didn't know what is bothering him. I asked my sister what's happening. My sister couldn't come out an answer neither. I love my Dad. I just couldn't figure his thinking... sigh..
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