The Father of Mine

"May is the month for mothers and June is the month for fathers."

In this world, every family has its own father: a father that loves his children and even his wife like the love that his parents or his brothers and sisters gave him before he had his children and wife. Fathers were considered as one of the loveliest persons in the life of every person in mankind, not if they were loved so much by their fruits. And I am so proud that I have a lovely father.

He was a father born in the promise of Misamis Occidental. He never saw his father because when he was born, his father died a month ago. He studied elementary and high school in his hometown and college in Trinity College – St. Andrew’s Seminary, Quezon City with the course of Licentiate in Theology, BSE in Western Colleges Naic, Cavite and Master in Mass Communications and Doctor in Public Administration in Polytechnic University of the Philippines. He is currently the known professor of PUP in the fields of English, Politics & Governance, History, and Logic, and a missionary priest in Holy Cross, Paco, Manila.

I and my father have interests in common. One thing is to sketch. I remember the first time that my father taught me to draw, and that is to draw an apple. The next years, he had me drew Dr. Jose Rizal, even though it was ugly. And nowadays, my father honours me of having nice sketches. He even told me that I was better than him. I told him, “Like father, like son.” Another thing is playing chess. That was our favourite pastime. We even play during vacations. And I thank my father for giving me a sport to play.

In our house, he was known to be a responsible father, With chores in the house, he sometimes cook food whenever my mother was half sick due to hard day’s work, and help me clean the house. Around 5:00 in the morning, he cooks my food and leaves the house at 7:00 in the morning to teach in the school. And during Wednesdays, Saturdays and Sundays, he leaves the house at 4:00 in the morning and return at home on 10:00 in the evening. In terms of his heart, he was known to have a tender heart. If there was something wrong that I made, he would ask me to explain and say sorry and tell them I was wrong.

Once again, I am very proud to have a father like him. I love my father very much and I wish him long life. I LOVE YOU PAPA!