Starchild: What makes Malaysian dads so special
Fathers Day was celebrated on June 15, and many Starchild readers made it a special day for their dads.
Ngeoh Yue Qi, 7 It was the perfect time to say 'thank you' to our fathers for all that they do - from helping with schoolwork to fixing things around the house and giving us the best hugs when we need them the most.
Some children surprised their fathers with handmade cards, while others wrote heartfelt messages or drew pictures to show their love.
A few lucky dads even got breakfast in bed, prepared with help from mum, of course! Whether it was toast with jam, eggs or dad's favourite cup of coffee, the small gestures meant a lot.
Here is the second batch of letters from Starchild readers on the topic, Happy Fathers Day.
'My dad is the strongest, kindest and most helpful man. He makes me laugh each time we talk. I love you, Daddy! Happy Fathers Day,' says Ngeoh Yue Qi, seven.
Carlyn Chieng Xin Qing, 6
Six-year-old Carlyn Chieng Xin Qing writes: 'Papa, thank you for always taking care of me. I love going on walks with you and hearing your stories. You are the best papa in the world!'
Michelle Tan Mei Kuan, 10 Michelle Tan Mei Kuan, 10, writes, 'I want to thank my father for always being by my side whenever I need help and guidance. I feel so happy and grateful knowing he is healthy and happy too. I love my dad so much - he is the best in the world. I will make him proud by studying hard and doing my very best in everything I do.'
'For Fathers Day, my sister and I made a video for our dad. We said 'Happy Fathers Day' in funny voices and added pictures of our family trips. He was so happy. My mother cooked his favourite dinner, roast chicken. I am lucky to have a dad who always supports me in everything I do,' says Erica Sophia, 12.
Adam Faiz, 12, says: 'This year on Fathers Day, I made a handmade card for my father. My dad always helps me with Math homework and teaches me to be brave. I love him very much.'
Adam Faiz, 12 ITEM: Imagine waking up on the ceiling, eating soup with a fork, or walking your goldfish instead of your dog. In an upside-down world, anything can happen - people wear shoes on their hands, rain falls up, and breakfast is dinner!
What would your room look like? What funny things would people do? Would birds swim and fish fly? Draw your wildest ideas and tell us all about your upside-down world. The wackier, the better!
Don't forget to colour it in and send it to us with your letter!
Email your contributions to lifestyle@thestar.com.my by July 4.
Please put 'STARCHILD: My Upside Down World' in the subject line of your email. Scanned drawings should be in JPEG format, with a resolution of 200dpi. Your contributions must carry your full name, age (open to children aged 12 and below only), gender, phone contact and address. Instead of handwritten letters, please type out your letters.
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