What a son I am!!!

Sat was my bookout day which is suppose to be everyone's happiest day of the week. Anxiousness to book out early had made me very impatient with everything around.

Here is how the thing goes. We are having our Nav Ex, until we reach camp back at 6pm. Immediately I called my father to fetch me at 9plus. His reply to me was that he have to fetch someone else and he wasnt able to fetch till late 9pm. My reply back to him was very harsh as I had already told him my estimated bookout timing in few days advance. In the end, he gave in to me and able to make it at 9pm.

Now comes the sadden part. My plt is confine till 10pm... i immediately called my dad to take his time to come over. He told me not to worry about him, and ask me to carry with my own stuffs. Finally after the long anticipated wait, im able to bookout.. once i board my dad's car, i asked him what time he reach? He just gave me a monotonous reply, 8plus 9...

WTF!!! so mean i had made him rush all the way down and waited for almost 2hrs in his taxi!!! wah! i relly cant describe the guilt i had at that point of time.. He could had use that 2hrs to do the things he wanted to do at first or drive around jurong earning addition money. After all these, i relly wanna treat my dad better, nv to take him and my mom for granted. I also wanna say, "Sorry Pa"

Remorse,
C Cube