My Father's Day

Can you think of other days that can be our fathers’ day than the real one?

It was August 7 this year when me and my father had a celebration. It was because of his birthday. My brother was on duty in a hospital in Malabon that day so he wasn’t with us. We should me with my grandmother and my cousin but when we arrived at their house to fetch them, she said that no one will take care of the house. We went back to Tanza and decided to just eat in Chowking than in other restaurants since we were only two.

It was a really good day for the two of us. I didn’t think of anything against him even once. The time passed smoothly. We agreed to each others thoughts. It was really our day full of happiness. I love my father whatever happens. I know my actions don’t always show my love for him but in my heart…he’ll always be there. When I was still a baby, I don’t come to other persons except my mother. Now, every time I think about that, I realized how sorrowful he was that time that his own daughter was crying in his arms.

For his birthday, I wish that he’ll have a happier life. I thank him for being patient every time I have “toyo”, meaning in bad mood. I just can’t control myself sometimes. I was really sorry for those times.

Father’s day shouldn’t be just celebrated in a day. It should be everyday for us to thank them and express our love for them since their sacrifices for us, their children, is not choosing any time.