For being the more laid-back of the two people who've raised me. For working day and night to make sure there's always good food on the table, there's always a roof over our head, and for making sure we never have to worry about money. For working so our mother doesn't have to. For teaching me how to appreciate food. For teaching me how to travel. For loving us, in your own incredibly simple way. For the knowledge that you'd be contented enough with good food in front of the telly.

For teaching me to fear nothing, but God. Happy Father's Day, Abah. I love you heaps.