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The snowstorm gave me a chance to see how spoiled I've been lately. My dad usually came to pick me up from work, so I got so used to it. Now I don't even ask for him to come pick me up. Sometimes I just tell him the time I finish, or I don't at all and I just expect for him to be there when I'm done.
Well, today was an exception. Due to the snowstorm, my dad wasn't able to pick me up at work. Plus, it was probably a better idea to take the public transit - a quicker and safer way to get home. My initial reaction when my dad said he couldn't make it, I was angry. Then I was disappointed, thinking, how can he, my dad, not come and get me in this cold weather. Only then, I realized how selfish I was thinking about my own convenience. My dad doesn't need to pick me up, but he still does voluntarily, out of love. Last time, I asked him if it's annoying to drive me to work, and pick me up after. His answer was this: that he enjoys his time with me. Whenever my sister asked me to pick her up from a friend's place, I would often get annoyed. I'd rather have her take the bus or get a ride from her friend. But it was different for my dad. He wants to do so. And it's become so obvious for my dad to drive me to places, that I don't even appreciate it. Well, now I do. That's why I made him the cake last night, and I'm happy that he enjoyed it. I'm also thankful to realize that I've been taking what my dad did for me for granted. I'm thankful for the snowstorm to help me realize this!
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