It’s Fathers’ Day today in Malaysia and in most other countries as well. We celebrated last night with Wifey making Chicken Rice, and friends like Komar, Aiz, Din, and Alysha dropped by. I must say this has been the best Fathers’ Day ever – simply because no one has ever done anything for me prior to this.
And after 456 days or 65 weeks and 1 day, I woke up this morning hearing the voices of my children again – Fazira, Farhan and Nisaa slept here last night. Only my eldest, Farhanah, is away in Singapore.
And it feels good.
Happy Fathers’ Day, people!