It was pouring heavily when I was about to step out of the door and go for tuition. I sheltered myself with a mini umbrella and walked to the bus stop. While I was waiting for the bus, I noticed three person were out on the field and they were drenched.
Wondering what they were up to, I observed. There was an adult and two children. They were kicking around a white round ball which I knew, Soccer. They were having much fun. I couldn't help but wonder what's wrong with the "Father" as people nowadays said, "Don't play in the rain! You will fall sick!"
For some reason, I smiled. I'm glad that they have the chance to experience they joy of having fun in the rain. Best of all, with their Father.
You can see them kicking and dribbling the ball happily and taking turn to be the Goalkeeper. While they train, they have fun and they bond so much that you cannot describe.
I'm grateful for that Father. He whom earns money and support the family and takes time to show concerns for the kids and still, break the rules with the kids was splendid. The fatherly he gave was a tremendous effort by him as to know more about their kids.
-Holds a cup and raised it up-
For the Father.
