“Your dad is a good man.”
in which I’d usually smile and nod, then awkwardly slip away.
That has been the most common statement I’d get everywhere that I’d go. So much so that at one point I dragged coming back to Kuching to work because I felt like all I ever would amount to at best, was “William Khoo’s daughter.”
What is a ‘good man’?
You are far from the richest man or top business man, neither do you go out and attend events to make connections or join any charity clubs. So how did you, the lover of herbal chicken soup, watch-er of troll youtube videos, wearer of TOPMAN slim fit coloured jeans, frequent CityOne GSC movie watcher and 24/7 architect be constantly called a good man?
I think I might have the answer, so hear me out.
Having started my own business in the last few years, I’ve always been told that I’m too nice; I’d probably get eaten alive and stepped over. Which is something, quite frankly, is true. The only difference is that I, like you, truly hold hope and believe that when we walk right before God and before men, will never end up on the losing end… because I’ve seen that in your life again and again. What men consider as failure, God has time and time again taken it as an opportunity to be used for something good, for His glory.
You’ve always taught me to see the best in people, even when I felt like I was hurting; to learn to love, to work hard and to have integrity. You’ve relentlessly pushed Pris and I to be respectful of everyone; and in all things, to set our heart first on the Lord, not material wealth.
Despite common belief, “A dog eat dog world” or “Survival of the fittest”, thank you for being unwavering in your faith and your values; no short cuts or corners cut. Through you I’ve learned that by being myself, being respectful and earning back respect (not just kissing ass), I too can learn to carry myself like that of my father.
People tell me that our family always seems so blessed, and I don’t deny it. I’ve seen God’s hand so obviously upon our family, how He’s carried us through.
“Grace and Mercy follow you all the days of your life.”
you’d say to Pris and I every morning before you go to work.
The world promises so much treasure, connections, material wealth etc. Temptation knocks on every door, “but for me and my household, we will serve the Lord.” No amount of money could’ve guaranteed me the security that comes from above, for that reason I believed that God would come through for me every time because he always did for you. I grew up so loved and without lack because you taught me to find fulfilment in God; I never felt the need to search for love or attention in boys because you set such an example of a father’s love.
The way you love mummy, the way you put our family first in everything, the way you care for our church and our community despite how busy your work schedule may be.
I’ve never seen you intoxicated even once in my 23 years of life; you have no eyes for any other women (not even in movies); you never speak badly of anyone and you’ve expected us to do the same. I love you for that.
I know things aren’t always a bed of roses and I see you working so hard day in and out, even today (your birthday). I pray that God will grace you the strength to not lose your resilience, to fight through every wave of what feels like defeat and to swing at every curve ball the world throws at you.
Know that no matter what, you have been and always will be my greatest role model, a father figure and everything else in between.
All I want to be, is the daughter of my father; that I may be known to be just like him.
the daughter of a GOOD man / a GREAT father.
*you're the real MARVEL.