I remember him bringing home that big burger treat from his company' event. He could have eaten it while at the hotel right after being served, instead brought it home to be shared by 6 siblings, he prefer his offsprings enjoy that treat.
Yet even bringing his breakfast to his work seems like a heavy chore. We even argue on whose turn to bring.
I remember him fresh from bath after a day's work but decided to go back to the plant for an extended work since a workmate came informing that their supervisor requested him to fix the broken bottling line. He chose to work since it an additional compensation and can help the family.
Yet even his simple errand for us takes a lot of whining and complains.
I remember him cleaning my wounds. He cleaned those wounds (I got from playing with friends) very well, so well that it healed within a week. But the pain I got from him cleaning my wounds remain, mad instead of being grateful.
Yet even looking for that liniment oil he requested (he'll use to rubbed on his back to ease those backpain) takes longer to do.
I remember going home late that I had to request my classmate K to accompany me in going home and to avoid being reprimanded. We went to her house for a fiesta celebration and for fear of not being permitted to go, I did not ask permission from papa Pepe. I was so scolded, he even told me to beat me and my classmates.
I didn't see his concern, instead I saw him being a spoiler to our fun.
I never been a good daughter, yet even at my worst and crappy self, nothing beats the love my papa give for me, for us.
He never gets tired working 7 days a week just to send six kids to school.
Never gets tired consoling us when we get hurt.
Never gets tired reprimanding us for our faults and despite all that, still accepts us
(they don't have choices, eh!... :) ).
Helps us get up when we stumbled, disciplines us to become good person.
I hurt him, he doesn't show it.
I gave him a grumpy face, he give me his big wide grin.
I am his daughter and he's my Papa.
Happy Father's Day Pa! We love you through and through!
PS:
If this is the love we received from our Papa, Tatay, Daddy, how much more the love our Almighty Father give to of all, his children.
Amazing Grace isn't it?
Happy Father's Month!