What's the difference between being a husband and being a father??? A husband comes home for one reason; but a father comes (back) home for two.
I left home for several times now and I'd really wish I have my only girl and my only boy with me everytime then. I remember on the first day of January this year going back to Manila, the first and only time I and my own family flew on a plane together, I was having my boy on my own lap never afraid but full of smiles on his face. Everything we spoke were specialness of being together without even being aware of it. I felt a sense of accomplishment but not completely.......not entirely. I realized I’ve spent half of my life studying...without achieving so much except for being a (good) father. What then should i tell to myself.... Keep goin', dadaddy!!! Success is just near if not barred by too much discontentment. I have the girl I asked from God and a healthy boy He gave us to be more grateful than ever. I'd been in many places, even so far countries I did not imagine - not to boast the beautiful islands and regions in my own country, the historic country where Pyramids conquer time (Egypt), the sound beauty of Barcelona, the Big Ben's country (UK), and the nice parks and must-see places in the small yet progressive country of Singapore. It was indeed good times in my life. But, i'd wish for the better time of my life, I wish my girl and my boy - a company i love and enjoy most - are always beside me the next time I fly out of my home country.
Yet I'm far I know they're thinking of me, and so do I always. I recalled when Heidi and JM (or Theo as some cousins call him fondly) with in-laws, made the trip to where I am now, as they were coming out of the airport, my little boy reluctantly came to me as if he's looking to an stranger. JM hesitated to hug me; that was understandable though I felt like I will faint then. After a couple of hours, things have worked well back to normal; JM uttered "Daddy" nicely! Yeheyahoooooo to me!
Now that I am missing those moments, yeah the "yeheyahooo" that I hope to happen again sooner. Those memories console my solitude; 'know it's just a matter of time (maybe just days) before i can hug and kiss again my girl and my boy.
Who's gonna stop me? I will come home for two!.... or the two will come for me soon!
I left home for several times now and I'd really wish I have my only girl and my only boy with me everytime then. I remember on the first day of January this year going back to Manila, the first and only time I and my own family flew on a plane together, I was having my boy on my own lap never afraid but full of smiles on his face. Everything we spoke were specialness of being together without even being aware of it. I felt a sense of accomplishment but not completely.......not entirely. I realized I’ve spent half of my life studying...without achieving so much except for being a (good) father. What then should i tell to myself.... Keep goin', dadaddy!!! Success is just near if not barred by too much discontentment. I have the girl I asked from God and a healthy boy He gave us to be more grateful than ever. I'd been in many places, even so far countries I did not imagine - not to boast the beautiful islands and regions in my own country, the historic country where Pyramids conquer time (Egypt), the sound beauty of Barcelona, the Big Ben's country (UK), and the nice parks and must-see places in the small yet progressive country of Singapore. It was indeed good times in my life. But, i'd wish for the better time of my life, I wish my girl and my boy - a company i love and enjoy most - are always beside me the next time I fly out of my home country.
Yet I'm far I know they're thinking of me, and so do I always. I recalled when Heidi and JM (or Theo as some cousins call him fondly) with in-laws, made the trip to where I am now, as they were coming out of the airport, my little boy reluctantly came to me as if he's looking to an stranger. JM hesitated to hug me; that was understandable though I felt like I will faint then. After a couple of hours, things have worked well back to normal; JM uttered "Daddy" nicely! Yeheyahoooooo to me!
Now that I am missing those moments, yeah the "yeheyahooo" that I hope to happen again sooner. Those memories console my solitude; 'know it's just a matter of time (maybe just days) before i can hug and kiss again my girl and my boy.
Who's gonna stop me? I will come home for two!.... or the two will come for me soon!
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mabuhay! ang galing ah
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