Writings about single parent (2)
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SULAT

Submitted by on May 11, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Confession: Taglish | Categories: Mature | Tags: , ,

Sunday, May 11,2014...late na ako nagising kasi puyat magdamag sa computer, basa ng mga kwentong bago sa FSS...at wala din naman akong special na lakad...may konting celebration lang ng Mother's Day mamayang lunch time para sa nanay ko at lola ko...konting inat, konting hikab...abot agad ang celphone at yosi sa tabi ng kama habang nakahiga ako...nagtext muna sa mga friends ko na nanay na, sending all my greetings for them...ramdam ko umiinit na ang likod ko sa kama, so bumangon na ako...isip kung ano gagawin ko ngaung araw na ito...then nagpunta ako sa desk para buksan ang computer, nang may napansin akong kulay brown na papel na nakatupi, nakasingit sa ilalim ng keyboard. Out of curiousity, binuksan ko ung papel...binasa ko ang nakasulat, di ko napigilan pumatak ang luha ko...paulit ulit ko siyang binasa...sa loob ng 17 taon ng anak ko, ngaun lang siya nagiwan sa akin ng note o sulat...sa sobrang tuwa, naisipan ko na ishare ito sa mga taga FSS, mostly sa mga single dad, single parents..and to all mothers out there...here it goes....(no editing on the letter)...

Dear PAPA,
   It's Mother's Day! I just want to greet you Happy Mom's Day (kahit pa PAPA kita), kasi you've always been there for me. Siguro di ko pa maintindihan yung hirap na dinaranas mo right now, habang pinapalaki mo ako, na tinuturuan mo ako ng values mo.

   I know its tough na umuuwi ako ng late without texting you where I am or what I'm doing. Alam ko super tiwala ka sa akin, an...

SINGLE DAD...proud of it...

Submitted by on April 23, 2014 (2 years ago)
Posted in Confession: English | Categories: Mature, Romance | Tags: , ,

the first of May is coming again, painful reminder of what i have lost twelve years ago...there are times when i couldnt help but blame myself...if only i made time...if only i fought for her...maybe she will still be beside me...all those time when all i do is work...when money is all that matters to secure my family's future...i didnt know that im starting to lose her...lose her to someone else...

twelve years ago, this date, maybe im still working...overtime as always...went home to a sleeping wife...it is like a routine for me...then one day...i went home...and she was gone...my little girl is crying alone...

the most painful time is when my little girl asked me "where is mama?"...i made the biggest fake smile, said a sweet lie to her, held back my tears, and gave her the warmest hug a father could give...

almost twelve years of struggle...going home to an empty bed...i learned to drink hard, womanize, play the game as what people call it...i took every hard blow that life gave me...sometimes i wanted to quit...but i cant...someone else is counting on me...i can never leave my child...

so i did what i thought was right..became a mother and father...and the irony of it all is that i grew up without parents..so how would i do it?...i saw myself, sitting on the grass, talking to a kid, making a deal...both of us will fight this life, live through it...whatever the hell life would be...and so we did...

after almost twel...

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