My dad used to work long hours. As a surgeon he usually went out very early in the mornings and come back late at nights. So my brother and I did not see him much during weekdays. In the weekends he was too tired and my brother and I were too busy playing. I love him. Financially he provided us with almost everything within and beyond my imagination but the downside was I never spend good quality time with him. Once in a while either it was my mother pushing him or was it him feeling guilty that he has not spent much time with us he approached us  with a phrase like:" boys what are you doing?"Or "let's play" and I knew there is no "let's play".  Usually what happened in the end was him lecturing us on what is right and what is wrong and how we sould live our lives

I personally don't remember anything from those  moments and those golden pieces of advice  but I do remember that I was constantly thinking why he disrupted our play to tell us things that he himself won't follow most ot the
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