the man behind it all

a question popped in my head earlier, "who is the person that makes me what i am now", and the image of a man came straight into my brain. he's my first love, since the first time I opened my eyes. he took part on teaching me how to talk, walk, and finally could run. when he was sitting in front of his working desk and i came near him, he took a break from his work just to kiss my cheek or hug me. he kissed my knee when after my first biking injury. he was kinda hard on me when it comes to school and studying, and i remember that i used to cried at night after he yells at me because my report card's filled with red ink. he's the one who helps me to (finally) getting good grades at school. he's the one who pushed me to pursue my dream and developed my hobby. he always compliments my look, saying how pretty i am, but also tells me that i should have the brain and behaviour instead of just beauty. he's the one who came to my room and checked on my temperature and take me to the doctor when i feel sick. he's the one who taught me to be tough and brave. he cries when i got accepted at the most prestigious university in Indonesia and telling me repeatedly how proud he is of me. he knows what best for me and he's nice to every friend and boyfriend that i brought home. he might not always granted my every wish, but he always try to give me the best. he's not always soft to me but that's his way to taught me to grow up. he makes me set my standard so high when it comes to boyfriend, because i wanna marry someone who is just like him. he's not perfect, he's only human, but to me he's half God. today is his birthday and i wish him the very best. he's my dad.