KISSING LAST

Board of Directors meeting has just ended. Bob began his feet and nudged the table so that the coffee spilled or more notes.

"Waduhhh, I was so embarrassing, old diusia kok added to screw .."

Everyone chuckled busy laughing, and then a minute later, we all started telling moments of the most painful past first.

Turn now to the Frank who sat quietly listening to the others.

"Come on Frank, it's your turn. The story dong, what was the most unpleasant for you first." Frank laughed, he began a story of her childhood.

"I grew up in San Pedro. My father was a fisherman, and he was very in love with the sea. He had his own ship, though hard to find livelihoods in the sea. He was very hard work and will remain at sea until he caught enough fish to feed families. It's not just enough for our own families, but also for the father and mother and other relatives who are still at home. " He looked at us and said, "Ahhh, if you could have met my father. He was a big figure, strong person of interest and combating sea nets for fishing. As long as you close it to him, wuih, he smells like a sea kayak. He likes to wear a coat bad weather, parents are made of canvas and work clothes with cloth chest. Topi retaining it rain often pull down over his eyebrows. No matter whatever my mom washed it, will still smell the ocean and fish amisnya. "

Frank's voice dropped a little.

"If the weather is bad, he would take me to school. He had an old truck used in this fishing business. The truck was even older than my father. It goes roaring and clanging all the way. Since a few blocks away you can hear it. When father brought the truck to school, I was shrinking into the seat hoping to disappear. Nearly half of the trip, the father often braked suddenly and then this old truck will be spraying a cloud of smoke. He would always stop in front of it, and it seems every people will stand around and watch. Then he would lean forward, and gave me a big kiss on the cheek and praised as a good kid. I felt a bit embarrassed, so uncomfortable.'s known, I as a two-fifteen, and my father leaned themselves forward and kissed me good-bye! "

He paused and then continued, "I remember the day when I decided I was too old for a goodbye kiss. When we got to school and stopped, as is usually the father had a big smile. He turned his body began kearahku, but I raised my hands and said, ' Do not, father. " That's the first time I said that to him, and the father's face seemed so amazed.

I said, 'Dad, I'm too old to kiss good-bye. Actually getting too old for all kinds of kisses. " My father looked at me for a long time, and his eyes began to wet.

I've never seen him cry before. He turned his head, stared through the windshield. 'You're right,' he said. 'You're a big boy ...... a man. I will not menciumimu again. ' "

Frank's face turned into a strange, and tears began to fill his eyes, as she continued her story. "Not long after, his father went to sea and never come back again. It happened one day, when most of the fleet of fishing boats docked dipelabuhan, but the ship tidak.Ia dad had a big family to feed. His boat was found floating in the net half up and half there dilaut.Pastilah storm-stricken father, and he tried to save the nets and all the float-pengapungnya. "

I watched Frank and saw the tears streaming down her cheeks.

Frank connect again, "My friends, you can not imagine what would kukorbankan again just to get a kiss on the cheek .... to feel the rough old face ...... to smell the sea and ocean water at him. .... to feel his hands and arms around my neck. Ahh, if only I were a grown man at that time. If I were a man, I certainly would never tell my father that I am too old 'for a kiss goodbye. "

May we not become too old to show our love .....