As I woke up from my sleepless night of sweating and rolling around in the bed, “Mr. Mom” burst through the door. His hands were full with two bottles of cold water, a kilo of tomatoes, and a kilo of oranges.” Mr. Mom” was a term my dad created for himself since he provided everything for the family like a mom. I think I’m slowly starting to like my dad as “Mr. Mom”.
There are many advantages of my dad being “Mr. Mom”. For example, he would wake up around 6am to buy breakfast for us while admiring the sunrise. ” Mr. Mom” was also really useful since he would buy food, medicine, tissue paper, fruits, and clothes for us while he was out. When our clothes have holes or a zipper that needs to be fixed he would take them to the tailor. In the end we didn’t have to lift a finger, since “Mr. Mom” did everything for us.
Sometimes when “Mr. mom” makes a mistake, he will still fix it. For instance, my dad was supposed to book a place in Jaipur that had air con. However, the place had no ac and the living space was super cramped. I wasn’t happy to be staying there. When we got to Jaipur, it was super early and we walked almost a whole kilometer with a big heavy backpack and a smaller backpack just to get to that place. Consequently, in the bad mood I was in, I would snapped at anybody who talked to me. I was super mad at my dad since he found such a crappy place. My dad just lost it, he said: “Why are you all blaming me for this situation? I didn’t know whether there will be air-con. I didn’t know how big is the room. I thought we are a team? Why do I get all the blame!? After my dad blew up, nobody dared to say anything else. Even though I was still upset at my dad, I did realize it wasn’t entirely his fault. Plus, “Mr. Mom” was quick to his feet and found a solution. He found online a new place to stay at and booked it. The place was a nice hotel that had two fantastic rooms with air con, and a big clean bathroom. We were very happy and content with “Mr. Mom” and his good judgment of how to fix things.
Overall, through the good and bad ” Mr. Mom” have served us well. I hope when we get back home, “Mr. Mom” would still be “Mr. Mom”