She had her mother’s eyes. At least that’s what everyone told her.
She was tired of hearing it. She wanted to be like dad; strong and hard-headed. He was both, her mom and her dad. She hardly ever missed Ma .
She found both, a mom and a dad in him.
But the story was a little different on his side. Work was all he cared about.
She, a 9 year old – (In his coat that dropped off of her shoulders and dragged on the floor as she walked) Look papa, I look exactly like you.
He – (without looking up from his work desk) Uh huh! Go to your room and finish your homework.
Years passed like this.
She grew up and became a successful businesswoman and a better home-maker.
On a visit to her house one day, he noticed something that he hadn’t all these years. In her want to become a carbon-copy of him, she grew up to be exactly like her mother – patient, loving and so full of life.
He – You know why you have a better marriage than me?
She – Hmm?
He – (with tears in his eyes ) because you have more patience!
I’m proud that you’re not like me.