A Place Called Home

October 5th. I dreamt about my dad. I was with my mom and dad after dinner when she suddenly came out from the bathroom after brushing her teeth telling us that next week on is the 'no meat month', meaning that the dream happened close to the Easter day. But that's not the point.

In that dream after my mom announced that, my dad simply replied: "We eat mostly veggies every day. Shouldn't it be 'no veggies month' instead?" I chuckled while my mom was holding her smile and thinking about what to reply. Then suddenly the topic changed to my experience of riding on the wrong public transport. That time I was so hungry and tired and I really want to get back asap. I was looking for a minibus number 62 or 46 which passes the road close to my home. At that time, I saw one 62-minibus coming and I simply hopped in. Along the way, I realized that the route seems a little bit different than the usual one. I suddenly remembered that that was the route that will pass my dad's university. I told the driver to stop and rode the one heading towards the opposite direction.

Honestly, my dream was pretty pointless, but I woke up smiling. I knew what I am looking for in a relationship. I know what kind of man my father is, and when I am thinking why my mom choose him over the other better men, I think I know the answer. My family is not a well-off type, but we are just enough. Despite my mom's constant complaints about my dad with his lackings, I mean, you know, she made the right choice. A man who doesn't cheat, smoke, drink, and gamble. Even though there are a lot of better ones out there none of them are willing to sacrifice the family for their own ego.

Each of them has their own ideal, weirdly though, they are almost on the opposite side. Being the only son in the family let me hear from both sides. Maybe I should talk to my dad more often to listen to his concerns.