Wednesday, January 10, 2007

tabuco legacy


I used to be my dad's own little girl where you can play around and worry about nothing, I used to sit on his lap while he tickles me endlessly, I used to stay still when he cuts my hair (yeah, he was my personal haircutter when I was a kid), especially the bangs. He used to hold my hand when we cross the roads or he used to let me ride on his back, like piggy back..of course now, it would be silly and his back would hurt.hehe.

Of course, he was the one who always teaches me my own lessons in life. He gets really mad when I'm not being nice and he makes me cry when I refuse to obey..sometimes He gets too hard on me..but as I get old enough..sometimes..you slowly begin to understand.. all the sacrifices that he has made just to have where you are right now, that is why I value all kinds of people in all areas of life..because I begin to understand the hardships they go through.

For a daughter like me, it wouldn't be easy because I'm the chameleon in the family..one who changes colors from time to time, so sometimes its kinda hard for him to see who I really am. My dad works abroad and he only comes home once a year..so every moment we get to spend with him, is always and always cherished. He's a bit difficult and a bit strict but only because he has been through a lot..just for the people he loves, apart from that, well He does have a great sense of humor, a bagful of jokes, and a mean sultry voice. He'll always be the only man I've always respected and loved..I mean, I could just imagine him as Robert De Niro in the movie "meet the parents", when someday I would introduce him to the guy I would marry, he would probably make him suffer just by eye contact. Hehe.

Sometimes..when people say they miss people in their lives..to me, its a cliche..I miss my father everyday..but life is about cultivating relationships..every things moves on in order to grow and flourish..they say distance makes the heart grow fonder..I say..it changes people..and tests our relationships stronger.

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