After we brought our 2 motorcycles to the shop for repair my dad asked me for a quick chat. I prepared coffee for myself and he’s drinking a bottle of beer sa pocket garden namin. First time ko nakita umiyak si Papa out of sadness and frustrations i think. Usually umiiyak lang siya sa galit na hindi nya ma-contain na usually about property na lolo at lola ko na di mapagkasunduan ng kanyang mga kapatid. Umiiyak siya kasi he cant take the way my Mom treated my eldest sister na may history ng depression which he thinks needs more understanding coming from her, most especially psychologist si Mama.
My dad is a good father and provider, he taught us the basic survival; swim, bike, drive a car and motorbike, how to tie a knot like boyscouts hehe, chess, cards, how to change a flat tire, carpentry , almost everything, handy man kasi si Papa. I cant even image pag wala na siya, our life will never be the same again.
Ganon siguro pagtumatanda na, nagwoworry ang mga parents lalo na pag nakikita nila kids nila na hindi pa ready. Gusto ko umiyak kanina but i have to look strong, im the eldest guy sa four siblings and as per my Papa i am the only one who can understand what is happening.
Now, i can say na this could be my purpose as a son, as an individual and i hope with the morals and principles i learned from my father, to look after the family, magampanan ko ito ng maayos. I love my dad and i dont want to disappoint him despite of my sexuality and condition.