I have many memories of my father. About 5 years ago, I wrote this for him on his birthday. I still have a lot of moments during my childhood up to now where I see the kind of father I have. I’m so proud to call him dad.
- The David and Goliath story – when we were kids my dad would read us bedtime stories from the Bible. I remember this one time when I fell asleep to his “Goliath” voice mocking David for his size. I don’t know many fathers who would sound like a radio play just to make their kids fall asleep, but my dad does. He still does it now when he preaches though, he would talk animatedly to the congregation when he would make a point in his teachings…guess he had a lot of practice with us when we were kids. =)
- The Midnight Math Madness – My dad is amazing with numbers, he even corrected one of my Math teachers when he found a discrepancy in one of my homework, so every time I would experience difficulty in any of my Math subjects, I would go to him. And there were times that it would take hours for me to understand but he would always be patient enough to teach me and make sure I get it.
- The Jollibee midnight snacks – well not really midnight, but late snacks. I remember when we were kids and we would review every exam time, there was one time that my sister and I begged our dad to buy us snacks while we were reviewing, so he went out of the house and when he came back, he had plastics of our favorite food from Jollibee. Who wouldn’t want to study hard after that?
- Guitar “Hero” – When I was young I always wanted to learn how to play the guitar, I would watch my cousins play their Rivermaya and Eraseheads songs and wish that I could do the same. So I went to my dad and told him I wanted a guitar. He asked me if I really wanted one, I looked him in the eye, and said yes. He walked away and I knew that I would get one. True enough, that same afternoon, he arrived home with my guitar. I still have it until now, although my sister is laying claims on it at the moment, but in my heart, it’s still mine.
- Swimming time!!! – my dad was the one who taught me how to swim. I know, to any child, to be able to swim on your own is a feat, sort of like a rite of passage, much like riding a bike for the first time without any training wheels. It was at Paradise Resort in Malolos, Bulacan, where my dad taught me along with my cousins and sisters. He took us to the deep end, and from there we had to figure out a way to stay afloat. I learned how to swim that day, and now I may be scared to death of heights, but I’ll never be afraid of water.
Admittedly, I’m a daddy’s girl. He has always served as one of my inspirations. I am so proud of him, and can only hope in my heart that someday I’ll be as wise and generous as him! I love you Daddy!
P.S. My dad just bought a new XBOX 360 with Kinect for the whole family to enjoy! Goodbye early nights, hello sleeping late due to Kinect Adventures!
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