I’m a daddy’s girl. And yes, I guess I’m one of those lucky enough to be born with a silver spoon in the mouth. Dad’s hard work is what got us this kind of life and every little and sometimes big thing that he can buy. But mind you, he’s not the kind who just squanders it; his motivation is hard work. His reward… oh yes, very big rewards. This year, I showed him pictures of walk in tubs. I left it on his desk and placed a note as always. If others got used to hanging socks and placing their wishes inside it, our dad got us used to leaving him wish lists on his desks.

The week after I left the pictures, I got an SMS motivating me to win the prize—“get through the interview with flying colors and the tub is yours” he said. So while preparing for my first job interview, I had the clearest pictures of the walk-in bathtubs tucked in my folio repeatedly said to myself that next week, I will be bathing in one of those. Did I get my reward? Let’s just say I’ll be bathing in my Christmas gift tonight.