A Quiet Father's Day..

It's a Father's day. A few years back we had our small outdoor gathering on the green grass at home. Everyone was wearing red. Simple dish on the table - our favourite rojak.  And that was Ayah's last father's day with us...He never let us down. Alway a sport. He would be there. Long tables  covered with spread of food. One of the menu is the famous Pak cik Said Rojak. He chose to sit on the mengkuang mat on the grass. Putting on his glasses with his cucus on his laps reading the cards we bought for him and created by the grandkids..  We took family photos. The beautiful background of our home.   We did have our differences at that time. We put that aside as our love for Ayah meant more than anything else in the world. his happiness is important. I remember, Ayah was wearing the batek shirt I bought for him and Alif was also wearing the same similar pattern. I could see smiles on everyone's face.
It was on a father's day, that my hubby broke his wrist. We were so excited playing rounders/ using alif's softball bat. The whole family played really had a wonderful time. Azman fell as he tried to catch the ball. So that was the end our father's day on the green field in front our mom and dad's crib. We rushed to DEMC to get my man 'fix' his broken bone. Nice catch dear but an awful fall..