Your hands are wrinkled, your hair all gray, your back and shoulders a little bit bent already from the many years of hardwork and labor.
Whenever you share your struggles as you try to look back how our family survived--- sending 2 kids to college, 2 high schools simultaneously while supporting family needs with a very meager pay as an employee and as tricycle driver, I can't stop the tears from flowing down my eyes. It was a tough stage. Before that, you even tried your luck overseas, but it didnt turn out well like what we hope for.
I always forget that hard stage of our family life maybe because it was so hard that I don't wanna remember the pain we had gone through.
"Hayaan mong gumawa ang Panginoon sa buhay mo." That's what you would always remind me whenever I argue with you. I am such a stubborn daughter to insinuate my views to my same stubborn father.
Despite every arguments, you are the first person I can think of whenever I feel like I am in trouble.
You are my hero. I am such a blessed soul to have you as my father.
With that, I pray that you become lesser stubborn and heed my advice. Our advice. It's time for me and my siblings to give back the love and care you have given us over the years.
I want my future children to meet you, for you to tell your own story. I want you to tell bedtime stories just like what you used to do for us.
I want others to know my father, the first man I have been loving eversince I came to life.
Happy Father's Day Papa!