Shengliver’s Note: In this mad world of LGBTQ, this conventional pair of lovebirds set a perfect example to their adolescent daughter.

It is known to us all that love is magic. Every time my parents come to my mind, I realise it was true love that brought the two strangers together, making them friends, then sweethearts and ultimately a couple.

It has been eighteen years since my parents tied the knot. The affection between them deepens day by day. Before special days, like Valentine’s Day or the Chinese Qixi, are drawing near, I can always find my father secretly preparing presents for his darling. On the special occasions, when Dad comes back home from work, he is holding a bouquet behind his back. Once back home, he steps toward the woman waiting for him in the doorway and gives her a pleasant surprise. Mother’s smiles never fail to light up his day like the sun.

A star hubby, Dad treasures Mother’s happiness and hates to see her frown. He works hard to make sure that her woman lives worry-free. When Dad buys Mum beautiful clothes on a shopping trip, I protest that he never gets me girl things. “It is the woman,” Father jokes, “who is my wife, not you.”

At home, I do feel a bit jealous when I see Mum and Dad so intimate together. Sometimes when I need their help, they will say, “Dad and Mum are busy right now. Please wait for a while.”

I am not dating any boy at the moment, but my parents’ example convinces me that I should go for someone who loves my smile, hates my tears, and knows me inside out. I am sure that in time I will be living a very romantic life with the other half, the way my parents do.