June 5, 2012. My Dad.

My dad is involved in a venture IT industry that working hours is not as norm as the other professionals. Through out weekdays, it's not so unusual to see him for only 20-30 minutes per day and shares little chit chat in the morning. It's been long time since I've had a dinner with him on the table, because he often works pass midnight and even beyond. An article from BBC shows that my dad, and perhaps many other Koreans, could be one of the longest and hardest working people in the world.

Ever since I've go back in Seoul, I noticed the constant phone calls from the R&D lab, asking for his advice; long weekend was not an exception either. It often breaks my heart to see him, slept desperately for short hours after coming home, trying to put a shirt on only to go to the same place. It's the feeling that I never want, and should forget, as I'm responsible for putting a burden of international student fee on his shoulder.

This morning was just like any other day, but my dad stayed in sleep longer than usual. As I prepared to leave home for a driving school, he slowly woke up and offered me a ride. I first refused it but he insisted that he could drop me off on the way to work. When we arrived at the school, he came along into the office to help me register for it. When the registration was over, he took me home. A lot of thoughts have passed in an instance, but I couldn't say much other than "than you."