[ENG] DADDY'S HAND-FEEDING

I was 15 back then when body figure became a problem

It was teenagers’ dilemma to look perfect in front of their friends

I started to run a diet and stopped eating

My dad witnessed my body’s changing and persuaded me eating

I hadn’t feel sick yet that I refused

But he then came and insisted to feed me with his own hand

I was very touched that my dad was that concern of me

In my whole 15—even now that I’m 18—years of life

I never saw a father willingly and sincerely

fed his grown up, healthy child with his own hand


All in a sudden, I remembered those memories. In my family, hand-feeding is a tradition indeed, but with no father involved. My late mother still willing to fed me and my sisters whenever we were busy that we forget to eat, or whenever we felt to be hand-fed, before she passed away when I was 14. My sisters and I would never refuse food that is hand-fed to us—we even often asked for more, and maybe my father secretly knew it too. He knew that I would never refuse if he fed me with his own hand, so he just did it, despite his awkwardness in feeding a teenage girl.

My father’s hand-feeding maybe felt awkward and rarely got, but those are the reasons why it is special. It isn’t same as my mother’s or my grandmother’s, but I liked it so much that he shared his dish and eat with me rather than prepared a plate of dish just for me.

Feeling that I am exaggerating this hand-feeding thing? Then you have to try one yourself, it is waaay different from what we feel when we were kids, especially when your parent 50+ already.

Happy hand-feed-ing! :)