Today’s Subject: “Daddy”
I opened one of my letter boxes one day. I segregated letters, threw some, kept some, and read some. I never realized until that day that my papa sent me letters — a lot of letters. I found out that everytime my papa sends letters for my mama, there is always a small paper address to me. A simple note that said: “Kumusta ate?, How’s school?, Grades?, and take care of mama, banit and totong for me” and always ends it up with a simple: “Take care ate. I love you.”
But those times didn’t last long. I was in college then when sweet chocolate moments became sour like vinegar. My papa and I had been through rough times. He became a dictator, I became a rebel. Not totally a rebel but I gave him some kick on his ass. And I’m not proud saying this. My papa and I had this on and off relationship. During my college years and even when I got the chance to work here in Cebu, papa and I are civil.
Here are some memories of our so called Love-Hate relationship:
My papa loves me so much:
Even if we have this Love-Hate relationship, he didn’t forget his promises. Even if he hated me most of the times, he never fails to make me smile. One day, he texted me to meet him outside the office. Outside, I saw him smiling at me and said, “Ate, naa na imong dream car. Tanawa sa if ok na.” I know it’s not really for me but the thought that he said “naa na imong dream car” and I got to drive it to the office was a dream come true.
The day I hated him:
The day I disappointed him was the day he became a dictator. He wanted me to take up engineering or any course that will earn you a title. I did take BS-ECE but unfortunately I dropped it. It was not because I don’t like the course. It’s just that I don’t like it enough for me to see myself in that profession. I always like architecture, fine arts or other professions that say “ARTs.” He hated me so much and I hated him too.
Oh Memories, memories, memories…
Early January, there were a lot of cold and warmth moments with my papa. But still I haven’t heard him say “IT” again and I miss it so much. Not until I recieved a call on Feb 17. He said he is home for a 28th day vacation leave. Then he said it…Finally…
“I love you, ate.”
I smiled and said my part. I was inside my room staring at the ceiling, smiling. A feeling that you know soon everything will be fine. I will be his little girl again and I will have my papa back.
I can’t wait to be home again…
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