Silent Sentiments

If there is one fair reason why I don’t want to call him ‘father,’ it is because I feel that we’re more of a daughter and a father literally defined by the words; without emotional involvement. And I regret growing this feeling of slight aloofness. It is really funny how I always recollect my self at the end of the day – remembering the maximum chance of wrapping a conversation with him, and then I realize I only got to talk to him answering his one-million peso question: Where is your mother? This is a routine, 24/7. And the best way I answer it is to pretend that I don’t know her whereabouts; shrug my shoulders and reply: “upstairs!”

I have never hated him nor do I want to. After all, he is behind all the reason why we have accomplished much in this world, why I have accomplished something and why our family is still complete.

the lesson: The easiest part of being a daughter is being able to hear her mother’s pain and the hardest part - not knowing how to help.

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