A vivid memory from when I was young,
I had a new pencil and I wanted it sharpened.
I bugged Dad to have it sharpened,
He said “wait” for he is cooking lunch.
I was stubborn, I was just a child.
So I took matters into my own hands.
With one swift swing of that sharp knife, it almost took my forefinger off.
I cried like a banshee and Dad came to me.
He treated it silently, calm as he could ever be.
When I finally stopped and looked at him, I saw tears silently falling.
That taught me the lesson of waiting.