Nostalgic

You washed and iron my uniforms when I was in elementary and highschool. From the collar, sleeves, shoulder - folded, so it has a "mall-ironed" look. We shared moments of cleaning every corner of the house for my "master" mom will be coming up and is an obsessive compulsive seeing dusts and dirts.

You cook your masterpiece, "misua-patola con carne" and remind me of finishing every grain of rice on my plate as you say, "Maraming batang nagugutom, kainin mo yan." (A lot of children were starving, finish it off.) You took pieces of sanrio rubber bands unto your mouth to braid, ponytail, pigtail and even clipped my hair on special occasions. And at times even saying, "Eh kung kulutin na lang naten?" (Why don't we curl it instead?) You accompany and fetch me to school. You attended every PTAs and school activities.

You even know when I have a crush or special someone and managed to read some of my letters I carefully hidden.  You and I had different flaws but still we clicked and shared secret moments together.  Thank you. It's been 5 years since then. How are you in the desert islands?

I missed you, dad. Four months to go and we'll gonna taste your chicken curry - the one you're talking about in our never-ending talk days ago.  I'm thrilled, titillated, circuxited (excited seems circus people performing on my chest), etc. Til we meet again.

So, who's my Super One?  Isn't it obvious?  My DAD! 

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