I just finished dinner.

And at it, I finally saw, first hand, how much Dad loves us.
Didi didn't do too well in finals.
Heck, he got C6 for his best subject, Math.
I hate myself for thinking this way,
But I told him so.

So, me and Mum were talking about it before Didi came downstairs. Dad overheard. Of course he'd be angry. We told him not to say anything as Didi probably felt bad enough. But inside, both Mum and I knew, it wouldn't be pretty when Didi came down.

Amazingly, Dad didn't say a word. You could see how much he wanted to lecture. How much he wanted to shout.

But he didn't say a word.

And we saw, how much he loved.