He was there for me when I first rode my tricycle, he also
watched me fall and cried out loud.
He saw blood was pouring over my knee, like I know it was
hurt so much I couldn’t handle it.
He didn’t run over me to pick me up, instead he crossed his
arms and watched me to stand up even higher.
He teaches me that you may fall and wounded and broken and
any unpredictable bad things can happen in your life.
He said, “You should not care about how hurt it is, care
about how you manage to rise up and stand on your own two feet.”
He introduces me to the whole new life.
He makes me understand all the odd things and stuffs with
weird meanings.
He asked me to come closer to him one day, he showed me
things I’ve never seen before.
He told me to touch it. Cold, I said.
He, like know what I was thinking answered my question, “It
called ice.”
He saw me being amazed and I saw him smile a little towards
me.
He saw me too busy picked ices on my hand, but then it melts
and I wondered why and how.
He rubbed my head, “It called melting.”
He looked through my eyes and give a speak, “Everything’s
changing and it may not suits you but that’s what we called life.”
He is a busy man.
He is not a workaholic; he is a hard-worker.
He leaves in the morning and be home at night.
He says goodbye before leaving and make sure everything’s
fine as I replied the same words.
He leaves with a carriage with two horses in the front and
waved his right hand through the glass door.
He told me the night before when I was trying to close my
eyes, “People will always say goodbye but it don’t matter when you know, in the
end they will come home to you,” and he kissed my forehead.
He and I might not on the same page for everything and that’s not news of the day.
He gives his opinion and I do too then we argued, the song
just remains the same.
He teaches me something though.
He explicitly told me in his argument.
He said, ”People are different, never be the same, never be
as the way you wish you wanted them to be. So respect them for being different.
Being different is not a flaw, it’s a gift.”
He and his capability to know the differences between us is
just something that I couldn’t agree more.
He makes me like a 5-year-old girl again, years back when I
was a little girl.
He makes me smitten when he spoiled me, even when he jokes.
He and his trolling average humorous jokes sometimes get the
best of me.
He is not a comedian, well, he is more a geek than a
comedian.
He just doing what any dad would do to his daughter, make
her laugh.
He never told me but I just know if he wanted to say
something like, “I would not let anyone make my little girl cry. As long as she
can laugh and giggles, I would make her to.”
He might not know, but when I hear his giggles, he giggles
like an old man.
He laughs and his giggles are just the best sound I have ever
heard that could warm my heart.
He is a man, an old man.
He is being in my life, my little complicated life for about
20 years…
He is growing older and I know we all do the same.
He is just the best man I’ve ever had.
He and his awkwardness along with geekiness also with his
curiosities makes me realized that we’re sharing the resemblances.
He is getting older but then I also wish him well and wiser
through many many years ahead.
He is a man, an old man and…
He is walking through the earth with his majesty.
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