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| A formal photo of me and my dad |
So right now, from all those crappy stuff about life I've written in the past blog posts, I'm going to shift the view point to something right and un-crappy in my life. And that's my dad.
My dad is not the best dad. He's never attended any of my birthdays until I was 15, and never spent any Christmas with me until I was 16. He was never there to witness me when I graduated from preschool, elementary, and highschool. When I was awarded by the Cebu City Government as Model Cadet Scout of Cebu City or when I tried out for KPop Star last 2012, he never witnessed it. He wasn't even there when I was born. I've spent more months and days without him, than with him. I've been seeing school more than I've been seeing him. He's probably done things that he shouldn't have done and probably chose some decisions that would have been better off undecided. But that doesn't make him any less.
Despite all these, my dad always made sure he made me happy. He never attended any of my birthdays, but he's the one working his hands off just to fulfill my wants of cakes, balloons and decorations so that I could enjoy my day. He doesn't even get a hug on his special day when he's out in the sea, so who am I to rant over these little things? The years don't even count as much as the memories do.
Although he hasn't spent any Christmases with me, he always assured that I would get a gift from Santa Claus. This happened every Christmas until I was around 8. The gift he let my mom buy would always be the one I've been asking for the whole year. When I find something pretty and it catches my eye, my mom taught me to be patient. She'd always say the words, "Pangayu'a nalang na ni Santa Claus! [ask for it from Santa Claus] " and I would. My cousin and I, on December nights, would write down all our wishes on scented stationary papers so that when Santa would come, the letters would shine and he'd know our wishes!
He also has never seen me on stage, perform or even graduate. But he has been constantly motivating me to be the best that I could ever be. He's constantly pulling me up, cheering me on, and I know that it was always going to be okay. I couldn't have made it this far without his constant support financially and emotionally. And although scientists claim that intelligence was 90% from the mother (which I will talk about in a different blog post) , what would that 90% be without the 10% awesomeness from my dad?
He wasn't there when I was born, but would I actually be born without him? I like how my genes were combined, although not that beautiful as everyone else's is, it's awesome as it is. And although he looks like an "overprotective-no-you-should-not-touch-my-daughter-no-no-no-no" he's actually okay with it, AS LONG AS I was responsible for my actions, which I think I am NOT. So no boyfriends 'til I'm 30, or maybe 21.
Dads are awesome. Whether near or far, dad's always have a way of keeping in touch. Maybe through a kiss, a call, a message, a chat smiley, a dream ... or even through a simple thought that passes through your mind ~ dad's are there. They might not be showy of their affection, but they love you. They always had, and they always do.
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| Awesomest Dad EVERRRRR |
