My dad loves me a lot, and I think his love language is buying me my favorite treats. Since I was young, whenever I wanted something specific to eat, my dad would make sure I got it. He would bring it home so often that eventually, I'd have enough of it and end up not wanting it anymore.
I had a habit of waking up at 4 o'clock in the morning to study for exams, as I was often too tired to study after a full day of classes at school. Whenever he saw me studying in the early hours, my dad would smile, gently pat my head, and encourage me. Then, when I’d return home after my exams, he would arrange all my favorite treats on my table as a reward for my hard work.
I remember one day when I came home feeling really down because I hadn't done well on an exam. My dad could tell right away that I was disappointed. Without saying a word, he brought me a whole pile of chocolate cookies, the kind he knew I loved. Somehow, his quiet way of being there for me and comforting me, even without words, made me feel a lot better.
Also, since he travelled a lot for training in his previous job, he has brought me gifts from so many international countries.
Reflecting on it now, I realize that his gestures were his way of telling me, “I’m proud of you no matter what.” His support and encouragement were always steady, even if I didn’t always feel confident in myself. Over the years, his acts of kindness have been like a constant reassurance, a reminder that I’m never alone in facing life’s challenges.
Even now, when I see certain treats in stores or smell familiar snacks, I think of those moments with him and feel a wave of comfort. Those treats are more than just food; they’re little symbols of his love, patience, and faith in me.
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