Blog #10 My dad, my hero

"I'm going to write a literary profile about you, and you cannot read it." I told my dad through the phone.
"Great." He laughed. "But why?"
"Because it's embarrassing." I mumbled.
He started laughing for ten seconds or so, his common laugh, the one that I will never get used to. I told him it was lame sometimes, and I got scolded. I wasn't going to push my luck again.
"But I want to read it." He said. "Is that the reason why you've been calling and emailing me randomly this week?"
"Yes boss." I said. "And no you're not going to read it. Even if you buy me."
"One hundred bucks?"
"No."
"Two hundred?"
"Dad!"
"Okay okay." He laughed. "But I expect it in my inbox next week, if you want your ticket back to Vietnam this summer."
"Are you blackmailing your daughter? Seriously?" I said.
"Well, obey your dad then." He laughed again.
He always cheated when he knew he couldn't persuade me.
"Two hundred." I said.
"You missed your chance."
"Or I'm staying here over the summer."
"Fine. But it better be a good one."
"It will be. And now I want to talk to mom." I said.
I could hear his laugh still going on over the phone even after handing my mom the phone. I just love my dad.
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The money feature might seem negative, but it's just how it goes in my family. We are a business family after all. My dad taught us about the value of money since we were young, and I started working at sixteen. Small jobs. And no it's not illegal. He said if I couldn't make money, I had no right to use it. And I believed so.
Why would I write a literary profile about my dad? I'm not trying to show him off or bluffing about my family, but he is the hero in my life. I mean, god I was close to hating him a lot of times. Don't you feel that way too about your parents sometimes? Every time I was separated from them, I missed them till the point of crying, but one week of sharing the same roof could drive me crazy. I hate how I love them.
Of all the people I've met in my life, my dad has the hardest life. I never noticed them before last year, but since I started understanding what he's been through and still going through, I love him more and more each day. He's my motivation to move on in life. So why not write a literary profile about him, the one I love and admire the most?
"I love you dad." I said, after mom handed him the phone to say good bye.
"You better." He laughed, and hung up.