The Sandwich with the Wholes on Them, Between a Father & a Daughter

With that act from the father, shown toward the daughter, the ice melted between them, translated…

From since I could recall, my father played the “bad cop” in our upbringing, I’d recalled, how I’d gotten so mad at him, told my mother, “dad’s so heartless!”, and so, even as I outgrew my phase of childhood, no longer needed to be disciplined physically or verbally, I’d, kept this estrangement with my own father, and we couldn’t, interact as intimately as we should be doing, and, I’d, subconsciously believed, that my father didn’t really, love me—all the way, up until, my high school years.

I was in my teenage years, hidden the fact that I was in love from my parents, and, enjoyed the sugarcoated sweetness of the love, and, I’d, tasted the bitterness, after the sugarcoated outside was gone.

something like this…freshly made, when ordered, photo from online

It was a day of rain, and as I was, feeling bad over my lost love, I’d, taken out that cold sandwich I’d bought days ago for my breakfast, and I’d, gotten on my father’s car, as he’d, taken me to the bus stops.  I’d, hidden myself underneath my umbrella, and suddenly, my father turned into the breakfast shop close by, and shortly afterwards, he came, with a plastic bag, toward me, said, “Here, I know you took the sandwich from the fridge, I’ll trade my freshly made hot breakfast with yours.”  At that very moment, the rain got into my eyes, blurred my views.  I’d not found the love I’d sought from outside, and, as I’d, turned back around, I’d, found the love my father had, for me.

The sandwich had, drilled a small opening in my father’s mask of being an authoritarian father, and, the love started, overflowing from the hole, and since, I’d, melted away, the distances between the two of us.  Up to now, whenever I had a sandwich, I’d, still remembered, that rainy morning in my teenage years.

And so, this father’s love, was finally, felt by his daughter, and he did care, he just, didn’t know how, to show it to her, until that simple act of buying a freshly made sandwich, and he’d, given it to his own teenage daughter, did she realize, how much he’d, loved her and cared for her.