Na mimiss ko si Dad.
When I was a lot younger (until now...) I secretly consider myself as daddy's girl. Even though we constantly get into cold wars. Right now, I just want to hug him, because whenever I do, I feel secure, I feel that everything is going to be alright and whatever wrong things I did was a lesson that I am supposed to learn.
I miss my dad and his corny jokes to make us laugh. I miss his gentle way of telling me he loves me. I miss how he would take my hands to dance waltz or any other dance. I miss how he encourages me to go with him to jog or run or bike at UP. I miss how he talks to me like an adult capable of making choices. I miss how he makes an effort to know and be involved with our hobbies. I miss how he would let us be responsible persons. I miss how he encourages us to reason out and defend what we like. I miss how he favors us (me, brother and sister) over anyone, and how I know he won't be turning his back on us. I miss how he corrects our mistakes with a stern look and one on one late night conversations juicing me to tell the truth even though sometimes I refuse to be honest. I know he knows that I lie - and I suffer the consequences of lying to him (them - dad and mom).
I was wrong to think that he doesn't understand me because more than anyone else, I know he understands even the most twisted logic with love.
I know he appears to be tough, but he's a big softie inside, I hate myself for hurting him, (them - mom included).
No one can replace your parents... and I refuse to replace them with anyone else... For me, they are the best human beings in the world.
I wish that I'm with them now.
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