Day 3- Your Parents
Dad.
You’ve been gone for 12 years now, and my life has this completely devoid hole which only you could fill. Crazy, and as hurtful it may be, we both know you can’t, since you’re already up in heaven. There are days when I get so mad at you Dad, so mad for choosing mom. Then again, I realize that if she weren’t my mother, I wouldn’t be me, so at the same time I’m grateful.
Dad, even when you’re gone, you keep on teaching me valuable lessons. Whenever I am facing difficult situations, I sometimes ask myself, “what would dad do?”
I keep and hold you in high regard Dad. You’re my greatest inspiration for more ways than one. I continuously strive to walk through the path of life in a pace similar to yours, hoping, that one day, I could be just like you. I am still in the process of doing so, and it’ll take years before I even lead a life similar to yours. I just want you to know that I take pride whenever people tell me that I am my father’s daughter. In those situations, I look at their eyes, smile and say, “why, yes I am.”
I love you Dad. I’ll always and forever will be a daddy’s girl. You’re still my numero uno Homeboy!:”>
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Mama.
We haven’t talked for 2 weeks now. I have no intentions of apologizing for doing something I didn’t do. You started it by getting mad and shouting at me for asking the nuns to pray for your recovery. What’s wrong with that? You didn’t need to go all melodramatic on me, and start shouting at me. You shouted as if you were going to hell for asking for a little more help.
I heard you, I heard you telling Mayet that they should stop egging me on whenever I point out your flaws. Well, news break mama, THEY DON’T. This is purely me, so you shouldn’t blame other people. You, of all people, should be the one teaching me life’s lessons.
You should be the one teaching me how to be humble enough to admit one’s mistakes. You should know that I DO KNOW HOW TO. I apologize whenever I know I’m wrong. YOU SHOULD LEARN HOW TO. I know, you are my mother, and I am only your daughter, but we are EQUALS, and we aren’t exempt from making mistakes.
I am so tired and so hurt from you just carelessly throwing around words. I am not “nagmamatigas”, I am being rightful.
I thought that you getting sick would change you. Well, I guess it did, but you went from bad to WORSE. Your siblings judge upon me, but they don’t even know what kind of life I live here in your house. They think I’m a disrespectful bitch, when they don’t even see how you act so mightily inside the house. Ofcourse, whenever they’re here, you put on a kind facade, so that they’ll be oblivious to the facts.
I’m so mad at you Mom for never being a mom. You don’t know how I cried buckets during your surgery. I skipped class just so I’d be able to talk to your doctors, to check if you’re doing fine. I put on a brave face when your doctor showed me the specimens they got, when they told me it was cancer. MOM YOU KNOW SO LITTLE.
No, I am not ungrateful. Yes, I love you Mom, but you are just being too much, and this has got to stop. I won’t let you keep up with this shit Mom, just, no. Okay.
If I have to suffer, then so be it. ONLY FOR YOU MAMA. I’ve been suffering my whole life under your roof anyways. People don’t know, but I guess now they do.
YOUR DAUGHTER.`T
