and he said, "let there be love..."

We had been discussing the workings of handwriting. You know what they say about the tails of your y's and g's... Mine had loops, which went on to show that I have high family values. Good attribute. Spookily, I had been ranting on family values to my brother just few days ago, while cutting the ever-growing hair on his huge plateau of a head. Father had been going on and on. How he clears Brother's dirty uniforms every weekend, dumps them into the washing machine, and even hangs them out for him.

Father: And after all that I've done for him?He gets pissed when ask him to eat. He always does that! Oh! Now he has money, homecooked food isn't tasty?!"

Here it comes. The dilemma. To help him, or help him?? I mean, i empathise with Brother completely. Well, what would you do if you were asked to eat, again and again, repeatedly for 27 times within an hour, after you've said "i'm not eating" for 26 times? But then again, I totally sympathise with Father. He is Father with no friends. No friends to hang out at coffeeshops with. Or to talk about Life with. His life revolves around his family, i.e. us. Not that we mean to hurt him. It's just that he hardly tries to comprehend things from our point of perspective. You see, Father is more than two bigots put together. He used to insist that a proper basketball game does not have 3-pointers, and that we were all pigheads for trying to convince him. (Now you understand why my n's and m's have sharp turns. I got it from him.) I won't even try to relate how he finally became a 3-pointer convert. Would take hours. Now you see. His middle name is Bigotry.

We had been mean to Father. Hurtful. Obstinately opiniated. Selfish. But hey, we were allowed to do that in our teenage years. It is a community-accepted allowance. We were going through adolescence for goodness' sake! The phase of life that deals us with blows, not to mention the really embarrassing-upon-recollection ones... What i'm trying to say is, now is the time to treat him better. Make him feel loved by his three adorables. His insistence on unreasonable behaviour, we accept it as his right as Father. As the advice always says, we really should not wait till we've lost something to want to treasure something. Hesitation, no good.
I will not promise, as I've learnt from Life's many lessons... I say, I will try.
Afterall, I have loopy g's and y's, remember?