Have you ever felt neglected by your Dad? I have. Have you ever felt like he was a monstrous beast who keeps invading your private life? I have. Have you ever blamed your father for all the mishaps in your life? I have. Have you ever felt that you deserve a better father, better than the one you have? I have.
But did you ever ask your father the same thing? I never did. Did you ever make the effort to know exactly what he is going through? I never did. Did you ever make your father feel important in your life? I’m not so sure. But despite all these, I may never told him how much I loved him, I may never knew what he feels towards me on times that I didn’t realize the error of my ways, I may never believed his answers to my math assignments – which turns out to be correct, I may never, ever told him how much I cared but in my heart of hearts I knew for once that I made him so proud o’ me.
This All Saints day, I wanna give something back to my father. Yes, I was a Daddy’s Girl. Not known to many, because I’m not showy, I admired and loved my father so much. He was the best father for me. As far as I’m concerned, he did everything he could just to give everything we, children, needs and wants. He wasn’t perfect though, but his imperfection makes him perfect for me. Don’t get it? Well, let’s just say that because of his imperfection I was able to see that he was no superman. I understand that he will not be there for me all the time, what he did was taught me to learn how to be a strong woman, to be courageous, and to simply fit-in without trying so hard so that I can survive tough times without him.
I will always remember his generosity to other people, and of course to his children – especially me. Magastos kasi ako. He would always ask where I spent the money he gave me because no matter how big or small the amount is laging kulang, kapos! He would give me my weekly allowance on Mondays and come Friday nangungutang na ako. There was one time, I was with him on our store, he was helping me with my math assignment – he was really, really good in math, just wasn’t so lucky to inherit such talent - when this kid called to his name “Pay Jun!”, it was already 12 noon. Mangungutang pala ng bigas! My beloved father replied “bakit ngayon ka lang nagpunta? Alas dose na, hindi pa kayo nagsasaing?” his irritation was clear in his voice, probably for the parent of that kid. “Pa, wala na tayong bigas kaya!” I said. Meaning we don’t have a stock of rice for sale anymore. What my father did was gave the kid some amount so he could buy rice to another store. My admiration for him augmented.
I will never forget how he would carry me in his back because I got tired from walking, and how he would turn our Village upside-down in search for his beloved daughter on midnights because I wasn’t home yet, of how to ride a Horse and a Carabao and guide it where to go – my father was a farmer. And I would always remember times when he would tell me never to cry over spilled milk.
He was an honorable man - beyond words, wisdoms, acts, and beliefs. He said I was different from all of his daughter. I’m tough – because he taught me to be one; I’m intelligent – because I inherited it from him; I can easily fit in – because I learned his ways.
My father was many things, but he was never careless. He was a man of principles and many people could attest to that. He was gone for almost a year now, and those are just some of the unforgettable memories I shared with my Dad, which I will forever cherish. I was so lucky to be his daughter. He will forever reside in my heart. It’s true indeed you will only realize the value of a person when he’s gone.
I love you, Papa. - Morose
But did you ever ask your father the same thing? I never did. Did you ever make the effort to know exactly what he is going through? I never did. Did you ever make your father feel important in your life? I’m not so sure. But despite all these, I may never told him how much I loved him, I may never knew what he feels towards me on times that I didn’t realize the error of my ways, I may never believed his answers to my math assignments – which turns out to be correct, I may never, ever told him how much I cared but in my heart of hearts I knew for once that I made him so proud o’ me.
This All Saints day, I wanna give something back to my father. Yes, I was a Daddy’s Girl. Not known to many, because I’m not showy, I admired and loved my father so much. He was the best father for me. As far as I’m concerned, he did everything he could just to give everything we, children, needs and wants. He wasn’t perfect though, but his imperfection makes him perfect for me. Don’t get it? Well, let’s just say that because of his imperfection I was able to see that he was no superman. I understand that he will not be there for me all the time, what he did was taught me to learn how to be a strong woman, to be courageous, and to simply fit-in without trying so hard so that I can survive tough times without him.
I will always remember his generosity to other people, and of course to his children – especially me. Magastos kasi ako. He would always ask where I spent the money he gave me because no matter how big or small the amount is laging kulang, kapos! He would give me my weekly allowance on Mondays and come Friday nangungutang na ako. There was one time, I was with him on our store, he was helping me with my math assignment – he was really, really good in math, just wasn’t so lucky to inherit such talent - when this kid called to his name “Pay Jun!”, it was already 12 noon. Mangungutang pala ng bigas! My beloved father replied “bakit ngayon ka lang nagpunta? Alas dose na, hindi pa kayo nagsasaing?” his irritation was clear in his voice, probably for the parent of that kid. “Pa, wala na tayong bigas kaya!” I said. Meaning we don’t have a stock of rice for sale anymore. What my father did was gave the kid some amount so he could buy rice to another store. My admiration for him augmented.
I will never forget how he would carry me in his back because I got tired from walking, and how he would turn our Village upside-down in search for his beloved daughter on midnights because I wasn’t home yet, of how to ride a Horse and a Carabao and guide it where to go – my father was a farmer. And I would always remember times when he would tell me never to cry over spilled milk.
He was an honorable man - beyond words, wisdoms, acts, and beliefs. He said I was different from all of his daughter. I’m tough – because he taught me to be one; I’m intelligent – because I inherited it from him; I can easily fit in – because I learned his ways.
My father was many things, but he was never careless. He was a man of principles and many people could attest to that. He was gone for almost a year now, and those are just some of the unforgettable memories I shared with my Dad, which I will forever cherish. I was so lucky to be his daughter. He will forever reside in my heart. It’s true indeed you will only realize the value of a person when he’s gone.
I love you, Papa. - Morose
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