We always celebrated father's day. This day meant creating greeting cards, buying cakes and ice creams, and some cheesy phone calls. I remembered my childhood days, our mother forced us to make cards for our tatay no matter how much i don't like it.
My father died six years ago but during this special day that i missed him the most. I remembered him tying my hair into ponytail. He likes me seeing that way. I remembered him looking at me without saying a word. I remembered him, smiling at me. I remembered our last talk, our last travel. I remembered the last time he got mad at me cos i want to be with my friends rather than accompanying him.
Among all of his children, I know i am his favorite. From the moment i was born i am my father's delight.
Sometimes i dream of him yet every time it happened i can only saw his face and i cannot hear his voice.
I have't said i love him.
