Dear Dad,
You know how I have hero worshiped you all my life, how I always bragged about ‘my father’ to my friends right from the time I was in school, how I treasure the bond we share. But you also know there are a few things we love arguing about, some traits of yours that I always disapproved and was very vocal about it. I remember telling you a lot of times, ‘I will make sure I do not let my husband be this way!’ and I also remember the way you laughed at my face each of those times.
Which is why I think it is a conspiracy. I now see the very same annoying traits in Mint and I can hear you laugh in my mind.
You were always shirtless at home and it never stopped getting on my nerves. No amount of arguing could get you to be any other way. Not much has changed. I continue the same arguments with Mint now. The moment he steps home, the tee is taken off. Why? Pardon me for being so crude, but just because you do not have boobs does not mean you roam around bare chested. Isn’t it more pleasant to wear clothes? I once asked Mint before going to bed, ‘why do you have to sleep like that?’ when he was wearing nothing but boxers. He gave me that ‘are you stupid?‘ look and said, ‘How else am I supposed to sleep? You wan’t me to wear a suit to bed?’. Ah, whatever!