I was really fond of playing Langit,Lupa and Taguan. It was exhausting! Poor old me would end up falling asleep in the couch and then waking up in my bed the next day. Wondering how I end up in my bed when I was clearly aware that I slept on the couch, I made all these different scenarios: maybe a fairy showered me with fairy dust that made me float in the air, or elves carried me from the couch to my bed. This happened a lot of times that, one night, I decided to pretend I was asleep to see and finally meet Tinkerbell and Dopey.
An hour... two hours... three hours have passed and still no sign. I started to get frustrated, when suddenly,
"O, dito na naman nakatulog si Zobel..."
After a subtle kiss on the forehead; two warm, strong arms lifted and carried me to my bed.
My father was my fairy.
Thinking about it right now, I realized that I came to love writing because of my father and that memory when I was 6. Before I discovered that he was the one carrying me every night, I would always write about the things I imagine; stories about the haps and mishaps whenever the fairy or the elves lead me to my bedroom. All of that because my father discreetly carried me to my room while I am asleep.
And for that, and for the million other things you've done for me, I thank you, Papa.
Happy Birthday! :)
After a subtle kiss on the forehead; two warm, strong arms lifted and carried me to my bed.
My father was my fairy.
Thinking about it right now, I realized that I came to love writing because of my father and that memory when I was 6. Before I discovered that he was the one carrying me every night, I would always write about the things I imagine; stories about the haps and mishaps whenever the fairy or the elves lead me to my bedroom. All of that because my father discreetly carried me to my room while I am asleep.
And for that, and for the million other things you've done for me, I thank you, Papa.
Happy Birthday! :)
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