To Papa Turning

ok [breaths deep].....


i grew up with less of my papa. just had a handful of memories with him: he taking me to school and saving me from mama's raging beatings!

most of the time i wake up and sleep, not seeing him. work, i suppose, took most of his time. i remembered him drunk at night (maybe, i got his alcohol genes hehe), but! i know he was a good father and provider. WE ALL FINISHED SCHOOL WITH GOOD VALUES (palag ang magsabi na di ako mabait hahaha) AND WE ALL 3 SIBLINGS HAVE WORK.

and ye, he gave me lots of dogs (some were cooked, damn) and bought me a lot of toys (swear, 2 big boxes lahat)

papa never taught us but showed us how to live life. to be humble, to be generous, not to hate people, to think, to study, to fear God, to pray, to be resourceful, to be political and critical, not to be materialistic, to love even your enemies and most hated people and to be humble

father-son talks were too few. one was when he asked me of what i did wrong, instead of beating me (here, i promised not to beat my child!).

if father-son talks were too few, his words of wisdom were less than 5. one that stuck was: WHY SAVE, SPEND! God will provide. you cant bring wealth with you in your deathbed anyways.

yes! he and mama (of course) showed us these values and i thank them for bringing us good.

happy father's day, pa...and ma (i hope, mother's day na rin so i could write for mama)


i love you both :)


your spoiled youngest only son,
DONDON