I got the key to my office yesterday. This is the first time I have a real job and an office all by myself. As I walked into the empty office and sat behind the desk, really hungry , wishing that I had a piece of candy, I remembered my dads desk and the incredibly comfy chair that he had in the pharmacy. Certainly if it was his desk I could scavenge a piece of candy in one of the drawers.
He always made sure he had candy available, either in his desk or in his pocket. One of his suit pockets was always filled with candy. He always wore a suit and a tie. That was his way of protesting the system. I even remember that he would walk into government offices with his tie, which was considered a dangerous move back in the early years of revolution, but he always managed to smile his way out and sometimes by offering a piece of candy to the guy in that office. He was a happy man for most of his life.
Little kids, school kids and grown ups they all loved his candies. Some people would walk into the pharmacy just for a piece of candy and his great bright smile. He would always become so excited if someone asked him for candy. Little sick kids who walked into the pharmacy would leave with a shy smile on their faces. We as his kids/employees would get a daily dose of candy and sometimes more if we were hungry.
I never had a sweet tooth. I usually kept the candy I received daily in my pocket and sometimes offered it to my grand child in the physics department. At the end she was used to her daily dose of candy. I also remember that the candy saved me on my "konkoor" exam. I overslept that day and when I woke up there was no time for breakfast. I was also sick from the "nazri" dinner that out neighbor brought at 1AM the night before. Right before I left the car to go to my exam room, my mom took a handful of candy (these were the special fruit flavored ones that were hard to find those days ) from the dashboard and gave them to me. In the middle of 3hour exam, I was sick hungry and almost on the verge of leaving the room when I remembered them. Everything went smoothly after that.
Back in my office, day dreaming about the past I decided that one day I too can become a candy lady (or perhaps chocolate lady) and offer it to everyone that walks into my office as a way to commemorate my dad. A candy box will be the first thing I will buy for my office. I should find a nice one. I miss him so much. He was a happy man.
He always made sure he had candy available, either in his desk or in his pocket. One of his suit pockets was always filled with candy. He always wore a suit and a tie. That was his way of protesting the system. I even remember that he would walk into government offices with his tie, which was considered a dangerous move back in the early years of revolution, but he always managed to smile his way out and sometimes by offering a piece of candy to the guy in that office. He was a happy man for most of his life.
Little kids, school kids and grown ups they all loved his candies. Some people would walk into the pharmacy just for a piece of candy and his great bright smile. He would always become so excited if someone asked him for candy. Little sick kids who walked into the pharmacy would leave with a shy smile on their faces. We as his kids/employees would get a daily dose of candy and sometimes more if we were hungry.
I never had a sweet tooth. I usually kept the candy I received daily in my pocket and sometimes offered it to my grand child in the physics department. At the end she was used to her daily dose of candy. I also remember that the candy saved me on my "konkoor" exam. I overslept that day and when I woke up there was no time for breakfast. I was also sick from the "nazri" dinner that out neighbor brought at 1AM the night before. Right before I left the car to go to my exam room, my mom took a handful of candy (these were the special fruit flavored ones that were hard to find those days ) from the dashboard and gave them to me. In the middle of 3hour exam, I was sick hungry and almost on the verge of leaving the room when I remembered them. Everything went smoothly after that.
Back in my office, day dreaming about the past I decided that one day I too can become a candy lady (or perhaps chocolate lady) and offer it to everyone that walks into my office as a way to commemorate my dad. A candy box will be the first thing I will buy for my office. I should find a nice one. I miss him so much. He was a happy man.
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مبارکه زیزیلک جونم.
نمی دونم چرا نظر گذاشتن اینقدر سخته.
تا الان چند دفعه نوشتم و پرید.
این پستت رو از همه پست های این وبلاگ بیشتر دوست داشتم. ما اکثرا وقتی در مورد بابام می نویسیم غم انگیزه و در مورد نبودنشه.
ولی پست تو در مورد بهترین خصوصیت بابامون بود :)
یادش به خیر واقعا. دلم خیلی برای خودش و میزش و داروخانه و شکلاتهاش تنگ شده. این روزها بیتشر از همیشه نبودنش رو احساس می کنم.
دفترت مبارکه. تو خنده بابام رو به ارث بردی اگه رسم شکلات رو هم تو دفترت برگزار کنی دیگه میشی یه وارث حسابی :)
راستی یادت نره که از همون تافی های بابام پیدا کنی ;)
gijish ro ham hamintor.
chand rooz pisha yeki behem salam kard, harchi fekr kardam yadam nayomad ki bood.
yadesh be kheyr babam hamishe migoft shayat kam nashe. bad ke miporsidim ki bood, migoft yadam nemiad hatman moshtari bood :D
hala manam bayad begam yadam nist hatman daneshjoom bood :D
mersi sima joonam :D
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