At times I look at dad from behind. I feel so upset, so upset with myself for not having the courage to tell him how thankful I am for him. He works so hard for the family, be it at home or outside home. He does everything himself. And he never allows us to worry about anything. I couldn't imagine how nobel he is as a father. I wanted to tell him how thankful I felt. But those words never come out. Maybe because we never had that kind of communications. Maybe because I didn't have the courage to. I know I can't measure how much efforts he had put into this family. And I can't measure how much he loved and cared for the family. Cos it's just too much to be counted. He may be untactful at times, may be unreasonable too. But it's just his way of showing his care. I know I never will have that courage to say thank you to my dad. And never the courage to say I loved him so much. But I hope I will someday. Someday when I could pluck enough courage to tell him all these. Thank you, and I love you, dad.