He shrugged away attempts to celebrate Father’s Day. “No need, lah,” he said, when I suggested we go somewhere special for breakfast.
So we had breakfast at one of our usual haunts, I baked half a chicken for lunch, and we spent the day lazing at home, before going to my mother-in-law’s for dinner.
An ordinary Sunday, just the way he wanted. No fanfare, no extravagant meals, no presents.
Happy Father’s Day to the man who gave me the greatest gifts in life – our children, and the choice to stay home with them.