The Mutated...To Be Continued

The answer to yesterday's post is...

"A Tomato".

Right.   It wasn't anything fancy at all.  

I know.  I know.

The straight forward answer might have disappointed many of the readers because I am sure some of you had that answer in the first instance and you would have thought it has to be something else other than the very obvious to make it a question worth pondering.

Well, I apologise for an anti-climatic answer and in order to compensate, let me tell you a story of a mutated tomato.    

A father decided to cook her daughter's all-time favourite tomato soup one evening when he was told that she would be home for dinner.  Amongst the bag of tomatoes he bought from the market, he discovered a cute-looking one.  

He knew her daughter would be thrilled to take a photo of that cute-looking tomato and perhaps that can be interesting enough to make it to her blog, so he kept it for her instead of chucking that into the soup.

Her daughter, for the first time, was touched by the terribly sweet act of his father.  

All these years, the daughter knew her father loves her, but she was brought up in a way that's never too fond of expressing the message of affection and appreciation to the father, in particular.  

She found out however, that she can express herself much better in writing.  

A father's seldom-spoken love
can't be clearer through the years.

Sometimes in peals of laughters,
sometimes through tears. 

Perhaps they have to speak their love

in a fashion of their own.

Because the love that fathers feel

is often too big for words alone!