Paternal presence
Dad came home from Qatar last Thursday. When I fetched him at NAIA, I was wearing my uniform and hoping he could recognize me but I failed… Geh! Must be our poor eyesights. Imagine, I saw someone who resembles my dad (I mean, I’m seeing almost everyone as my dad) and I immediately waved but the guy wasn’t him… Finally I saw someone wearing a yellow polo who’s posture looks just like mine when I see my sideview reflection on the mirror. It was him. I was badly trying to text him through my sister’s Nokia phone but I got lost through the controls since I’m not familiar with Nokia’s new models now (I’m using Sony Ericsson). I still had to run through the arrival area to meet him and tell him that we’re using Uncle Abel’s car.
It was Thursday and I still must go to work the following day. But I stayed home and had some conversation with him. I slept at around 12am in the sala (he occupied the room upstairs, where I temporarily located my stuff and designated my bedroom). I got up at 4:30am the following morning, bid everyone goodbye and got to work.
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Today, he’s leaving with my sister to Bicol. Btw, he got me a Nike. Not the one I posted here though. Speaking of footwear, last time we went to Bicol, I really got fond of the idea about putting up an abaka store business. I just reminded my sister to bring me some pairs when she passes by Cagsawa… And I’m still thinking what to do with them later… 
