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Being an earthling for more than a decade, I m embarrassed to confess that I DO NOT know how to eat a crab. All right, I know this is stupid, but I had to rely on my dad to feed me crabs. Don't laugh!
If you have been an avid reader of my bog, you should have known that I have a thing for the combination of crab(sauce)and 'man tous' BUT surprisingly, crabs alone does not gives pikes to my taste buds as what man tous did. What an irony! I know I m one right weirdo here.
So it was dinner time just now, and we had a crab feast. The aroma of the fleshy cooked crabs waffled through our nostrils and was responded by the rumbling of my stomach. But being a noob in eating crabs, nothing is all what I could do. No man tous, no sauce, only those fleshly bits hidden under the hard-like-diamonds, stubborn shells. Oh well,sighs...
So there I was, staring at the plate of crabs over dinner just now, wondering what to do with them.
Option1: Demand my dad to feed me.
Option2: Demand my grandma to feed me.
Option3: Do nothing.
But without a sound, both my dad and ah ma had already sank their teeth into those fleshy, juicy crabs when I was still there, dazed. So I broke the deadly silence and made my confession: " Almighty, I don't know how to eat a crab," CRAP!
Seconds later, I was officially enrolled in my dad's how-to-eat-a-crab class, being the one and only student he will ever have, while he beamed with excitement on coaching me the first step to eating crabs. I started off with pincers, the easiest of all.
After much torment, after ALL the the peeling of shells, phew, I was finally done with my first pincer; in my life! Great! *flashes my million dollar smile and demanded for a round of applause*
Sadly, my effort was washed away in just a swift action of me taking just a REASONABLE bite. It is gone! Oh well, what a spoiler! Being mindful of the torturous process of peeling the crabs, I decided to give it a miss while I continued with the other dishes.
Unexpectedly, my dad reaches out and gave me another pincer, followed by the another, and the another. I, of course, was taken aback, utterly shocked at his weird acts. At first, I acted like a little girl, thrilled at the F.O.C pincers and exclaimed a "yay!" before indulging in those tiny delights. But soon after, it became so much like a never-ending action that I decided not to react. It will sound too much like a radio going bonkers! Imagine... yays, yays, yays...?! Since then, the awkward silence remains. But silently, deep in my heart, I was really touched by my dad's selfless acts. Almost every crab that he tediously peeled was sent to my bowl. I am speechless.
My dad, being a very unassuming guy and a very not expressive guy, has never really expressed his emotions nor feelings well, but these actions made me come to my senses and realised the underlying the so-called family love. My eyes welled a little with tears while I fought them back bravely, hoping that my soft whiffing sounds did not betray me.
The other day, while I was on the phone rambling on about my daily life, feeling kinda bored, I drew a little circle and an exclamation mark on the 22nd of September, in which I wrote a reminder for my family, "the nicest girl birthday". Since then, my dad took it off and sparkled a new nickname for me as "the nicest girl" which was usually followed by the smirk and sneering on his face. I was like, my dad talked!? Worse of all, he had emotions on his face!
Uh...Awesome! *after several seconds*
Once again, I shall confess that I have failed terribly in understanding my dad, despite living under the same roof with him for more than a decade. Since I had once declared him as the lamest guy on earth, I shall now award him the tittle of "the nicest dad on earth". But remember, I am still the Nicest girl. *wink wink*
