3 March 2026, 5.22PM

Ye Ye was a dad during a different time
Things not done now were back then fine
I remember having to pick which cane
(or sometimes it was just the belt)
I can’t remember the pain
Though I can still feel my finger caressing the welts

It was a different form of discipline
Not much room for bargaining
When he was tempered he had a thunderous voice
His own way to show love for his boys

Ye Ye’s mission was just for us to be good
Have a home, a good job, and not lack for food
Although we may not have done all that he wished
He was content in the end

Dad,
Mission accomplished.