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Today I called Dad to greet him on his special day. I am always happy to hear his voice. It makes me think of those days I spent with him. When I was in high school, I stayed with Dad in a rented room in San Marcelino, Manila. Being the eldest, I was the first child to be sent to the city to continue my studies. It was quite sad being far from my siblings and Mom. But it was an experience which taught me how to be me, how to deal with my difficulties, my frustrations, my loneliness. The experience enriched me with tales of existence and of survival. And this I proudly share my students and friends.


Dad has taught me so much about life. Late have I realized it but realizations come late in life. Now that I am in that threshold, I could still hear those words which echoed the wisdom and sentiments of my father. Then, I might not understand it fully well but that is life. Understanding the mysteries comes in after much reflection.


It has been two years that I have not been with you during this day. But Dad I like you to know that far I may be, my heart will always treasure the love you give me. I want you to know that I appreciate all the sacrifices you made just to get me through.


Both of us have gone difficult times and that allowed me to realize that a father knows best for his child. I vividly remember when we had a walk at Luneta one cold night, a Crispa-Toyota basketball game at Araneta, a late night movie, a good meal at Kamayan or Max's. How I wish I could still go to those places with you again!


Dad, thank you for all the love and care. I just hope that as the days pass by between us, may you have all your dreams come true for yourself and your family. And behind those dreams is a contented and fulfilled life.


Happy birthday, Dad! I love you so much.
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