It’s now been 4 years since the passing away of my dad.

My recent buying a property, reminds me of a conversation that I had with him during my last year of high school. At that time, we have been discussing about me going overseas to study. That night I guess he wanted to get a final confirmation from me, he asked me to consider between going overseas to study or having the money put into a house for me. Being an ambitious (and naive) person that I was, I took the option of studying overseas. I thought to myself, if I get a good degree, surely I can afford to buy a house for myself. I also wanted to make him proud by having a graduate degree from an overseas university, by getting a good job and by living a comfortable life. I kind of wanted to prove myself to him.

He also asked me on which field that I want to study. I was contemplating at that time between Computing and Civil Engineering (following his steps). To his credit, my dad didn’t push me to follow him in terms of career, he’s happy for me to choose something that I like.

Back to property, my dad did ask me quite often about buying a property in Australia. As an Asian parent, of course he wanted me to own my own house. On completely different direction, I remember my dad quizzed me about multiplications table, I was quite bad at it and he was very strict, he kept on testing me until I got it perfect.

I talk about him once in awhile with Jeremiah, there’s a picture of him and Jet at our old place’s wall. Of course, Jet doesn’t remember him. Hm, I really wish he is still part of our family life. On that note, I need to take care of my mom.