“Mom! Why don’t I look like you?”
“What do you mean? You’re my daughter. We look alike.”
“You’re lying! Today I heard some people say to you about my older sisters, ‘Your daughters are pretty as they resemble you.’ But they said about me, ‘Oh, your youngest daughter probably look more like her dad.’ So, you all laughed a lot, didn’t you?”
When I was a child, I always heard people say that whenever I went out with my older sisters while holding my mom’s hands. As I got grumpy and pouted my lips, my mom and sisters giggled and consoled me in their own ways.
“In my eyes, you resemble me the most. They don’t have eyes to see an eye for detail,” said Mom.
Then my sisters, who looked just like my mom, said, “Your lips look like Mom’s,” or “Your hands and Mom’s are alike.” Their words caught my ear, and I brought a mirror and looked into it, trying to find any similarities between my mom and me; I compared her lips with mine, and her hands with mine in turn.
Actually, I too knew very well that I looked exactly like my dad. But I really hated it when I was younger. I eagerly wanted to hear even just once that I resembled my mom. It was because, in my eyes, she was the most beautiful and nicest person in the world. One day, I lost my temper with my dad.
“Dad, I too want to resemble Mom! But why do I alone resemble you? I am not a boy. So I don’t like to hear that I look like you!”
Although he did not express his feelings because he was a man of few words, he must have felt hurt by the words of his immature daughter. A few days later, when I was watching TV, my dad smiled at me and whispered.
“You know what? People say that if a daughter resembles her dad, she’ll be wealthy later. You too will be well off!”
At his words, I bluntly said, “It doesn’t make sense,” but in my heart I sincerely believed his words. To be honest, I probably wanted to believe that. So I used to boast to my friends, “Whom do you resemble in your family? I resembled my dad. You know what? If a daughter takes after her dad, she’ll be well off later.”
My dad was right. Since I met my husband in God Elohim, I’ve been living a happier life than anyone else, hoping for the kingdom of heaven together with my family. Aged over 40, I’ve finally become a bit more mature, and want to say to my father, “Thank you, Dad. I’m well off just as you said.” But he is not with me now.
In my childhood days, whenever I caught a cold, my dad took care of me all night long, placing his hand on my forehead to see if I still had a fever. Hearing from the villagers about a fast-acting medicine, he went all the way to get it. After taking the medicine, I really got over my cold very quickly.
When he was with me, I didn’t realize how much he loved me. Now that he has passed away, I really miss him. I’m sorry. Thank you, Father. Your youngest daughter, who resembl you the most, will continue to live a happy, well-off life as you wished.