It is father’s day tomorrow. I don’t remember last year’s father’s day. Honestly. It’s funny because I tend to remember those things. Every father’s day, I make it a point to greet all the fathers that I know. My friends, even my friends’ fathers are not spared from my over acting sweetness :).
This year, so I won’t forget it, I have decided to take a note of the things that I will do, come tomorrow.
Firstly, I will hear a mass. I know that this particular mass, I will hear for my Tatay. And then after hearing mass, I will greet all the tatays that I know. I will take my boyfriend out for a lunch date because after all, if I’d ever have kids, I’d like to think that he’ll be the father (look at me, eleven years of being together and I still can’t put it straight that he’ll be the father of my kids, hehehe).
In the afternoon, I would go to my friend’s dad, Daddy Oscar (he was paralyzed years ago) and bring him something, and maybe have a small chat. In the end, I will open a bottle of wine; drink it with my boyfriend, before sleeping tight. I don’t want to think of anything else before I sleep. I hope that after this year’s father day, I can move on…
I remember Tatay. He was just such a good Tatay. He has always provided well for us. But that is nothing compared to:
• The time Tatay decided to stop working abroad (he has been working abroad since even before he married Nanay) because he found out Nanay was pregnant with me. Stayed in the Philippines for two years (the longest he has stayed all his life since he started in his early twenties to start working abroad), not wanting to leave my side;
• He worked as a construction worker, ate boiled vegetables dipped in bagoong which he has not experienced since then, because we had too little money, just so he could see me grow up;
• When at last he decided that to be able to give me and my kuya a better future he again had to work abroad, he gave me a walking, talking doll, named Wendy so that I would have a friend growing up, even if he was far way from me;
• That while he was working abroad, he still managed to be somewhat of a hands-on Tatay, I remember he wrote Nanay a letter telling her that we should shift milks. We should be drinking Anchor instead of Birchtree because there was this accident near a birchtree processing plant concerning nuclear whatever;
• That when he comes home to us, when we were kids, he used to cook breakfast for us, I remember he’d cook pancakes and ask us in what shape we want our breakfast to be;
• When he found out that I loved watching television, he bought me a 29-inch television, which was a luxury at that time, I was barely twelve then, I think;
• That he bought a passenger jeepney and had my name and the name of all my siblings written inside the jeep’s ceiling (I felt so mayabang that time, it is like the jeep was mine and my siblings’);
• That when I broke up with my first boyfriend and he saw me crying he told me that I have no reason to cry because he will love me always and will never leave me;
• That when he found out I was dating again he told my mother that should my husband to be can not afford to buy me milk (I love milk) and fruits, he’d just take me back (of course I wouldn’t be running to my father should I marry someone, but that’s just how a father is, I think);
• That when I was studying and failed to go home on time, he looked for me in the campus, seeing me drunk, he brought me home, even asked the guy I’m with if he can also bring him home as this guy’s house was along the way (luckily the guy turned down Tatay’s offer, the situation would have been too awkward), and upon reaching home, he went to the kitchen, set the table, re-heated the sinampalukang manok, prepared my dinner, he put rice in my plate, pored cool water in my glass, and told me I should eat before preparing for bed;
• And he never ceased to love and support me, everytime.
There were so much more, little things that Tatay did for us. And I’m really happy that up to now, I feel like he is still with me, being the Tatay that he always has been. Happy Father’s Day!!!
This year, so I won’t forget it, I have decided to take a note of the things that I will do, come tomorrow.
Firstly, I will hear a mass. I know that this particular mass, I will hear for my Tatay. And then after hearing mass, I will greet all the tatays that I know. I will take my boyfriend out for a lunch date because after all, if I’d ever have kids, I’d like to think that he’ll be the father (look at me, eleven years of being together and I still can’t put it straight that he’ll be the father of my kids, hehehe).
In the afternoon, I would go to my friend’s dad, Daddy Oscar (he was paralyzed years ago) and bring him something, and maybe have a small chat. In the end, I will open a bottle of wine; drink it with my boyfriend, before sleeping tight. I don’t want to think of anything else before I sleep. I hope that after this year’s father day, I can move on…
I remember Tatay. He was just such a good Tatay. He has always provided well for us. But that is nothing compared to:
• The time Tatay decided to stop working abroad (he has been working abroad since even before he married Nanay) because he found out Nanay was pregnant with me. Stayed in the Philippines for two years (the longest he has stayed all his life since he started in his early twenties to start working abroad), not wanting to leave my side;
• He worked as a construction worker, ate boiled vegetables dipped in bagoong which he has not experienced since then, because we had too little money, just so he could see me grow up;
• When at last he decided that to be able to give me and my kuya a better future he again had to work abroad, he gave me a walking, talking doll, named Wendy so that I would have a friend growing up, even if he was far way from me;
• That while he was working abroad, he still managed to be somewhat of a hands-on Tatay, I remember he wrote Nanay a letter telling her that we should shift milks. We should be drinking Anchor instead of Birchtree because there was this accident near a birchtree processing plant concerning nuclear whatever;
• That when he comes home to us, when we were kids, he used to cook breakfast for us, I remember he’d cook pancakes and ask us in what shape we want our breakfast to be;
• When he found out that I loved watching television, he bought me a 29-inch television, which was a luxury at that time, I was barely twelve then, I think;
• That he bought a passenger jeepney and had my name and the name of all my siblings written inside the jeep’s ceiling (I felt so mayabang that time, it is like the jeep was mine and my siblings’);
• That when I broke up with my first boyfriend and he saw me crying he told me that I have no reason to cry because he will love me always and will never leave me;
• That when he found out I was dating again he told my mother that should my husband to be can not afford to buy me milk (I love milk) and fruits, he’d just take me back (of course I wouldn’t be running to my father should I marry someone, but that’s just how a father is, I think);
• That when I was studying and failed to go home on time, he looked for me in the campus, seeing me drunk, he brought me home, even asked the guy I’m with if he can also bring him home as this guy’s house was along the way (luckily the guy turned down Tatay’s offer, the situation would have been too awkward), and upon reaching home, he went to the kitchen, set the table, re-heated the sinampalukang manok, prepared my dinner, he put rice in my plate, pored cool water in my glass, and told me I should eat before preparing for bed;
• And he never ceased to love and support me, everytime.
There were so much more, little things that Tatay did for us. And I’m really happy that up to now, I feel like he is still with me, being the Tatay that he always has been. Happy Father’s Day!!!
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i really miss my tatay!
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