Went out to have birthday dinner with dad. Again... he loves celebrating the Lunar birthday, not Gregorian. It was special... took him to a semi-upscale place by the Embarcadero and he was absolutely giddy... too a point where he ordered red wine to go with dinner. He hardly ever drinks.
As I was driving him home... he started saying random things like... our village superstitious of having to throw a big 5-0 birthday party so that our children will be certain to get married.
Or how he explicitly told me to tell the kids... when they earn money in the future... to first buy mom something. Mom first. Mom always.
Tears started to well up. I suddenly realized... that these moments... can be few and far between. He's 77 this year. Who knows how many more of these dinner we're going to have. Who knows how much longer we can have these types of conversations.
As we parted... he said, "個仔同我食飯， 今晚開心到睡不著。“
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