I was walking home today and passed a KFC...and it's odd how random smells bring you the fondest memories. The KFC aroma is suppose to bring you thoughts of fried chicken, but for me, it reminds me of my father. This is not because that's what we liked, but he use to own a small Chinese grocer right next to a KFC. We spent a lot of my childhood in that store together. He'd drive me to school every morning and pick me up for lunch. Each day, set up at the back of the store were two large cardboard boxes with small box next to it. On top of the boxes, he'd have my lunch prepared...nothing special, but always tasty. After lunch, he'd let me pick something from the snack isle and drop me back off at school. I don't think I appreciated it as much when I was in grade 2, but I love him for it now.
My father is a persistent man. Even during the hardest times, he pursued his passion: Art. He'll work insanely long hours as a truck driver, come home and paint for another few. When the business was slow at his store, he'll hide away in the back and create master pieces. He never wasted time. He has taught me that no matter what happens, if you maximize yourself and make time to do what you love, you will always be ready to catch the opportunities that comes your way. This is what makes my father an amazing person and artist. He's older now and maybe a bit lazier...but still I know when I go home, I'll find new canvas all over our walls. I wait impatiently for his new collection. Rock on Dad!