My Father, My Hero.

"Papa misses you so much. He just doesn't say it."

Mom was telling me on the phone. I talk to her everyday, its almost a mandatory routine, my subconscious reflex the second I'm awakened.

My father is a man of many (hehe :p) words yet his words are few when it comes to expressing his worries and his sadness.

He speaks his mind- and he makes sure you're listening while he's at it, yet he's never assertive.

He's stern yet he allows flexibility when circumstances permit.

He's loving- but he doesn't show it with hugs and kisses, but rather with surprises bearing food and gifts when he comes back from work. 

My father is the most hardworking man I know. 

He is wonderfully talented at what he does- he's sharp, meticulous, and strong-willed.

 He never gives up no matter how gruelling life gets.

He holsters the burden of the family on his shoulders, with pride and dignity. 

He doesn't compromise with anything or anyone that compromises us.

He is a man with a sole mission to provide for his family, driven by his undivided love and concern for my mother, for myself and for my siblings.

He hardly shows his exhaustion from all the work and responsibilities he bears.

In fact, he doesn't at all.

I'm so proud of my Daddy. 

He has gone through so much in his life, some so horrible, I cannot begin to imagine being under such tremendous pressure. 

But he has taken it all in a stride.

I see him pray to God, I see him work so hard, yet his battered self never gives in.

My mother and my father met in their last year of college. 

Mom actually thought he was a show-off at first, hehe. But he's always been on the Dean's list and Mom has always had a thing for smart boys, and the rest as they say, is history.

I think they were lucky to have found each other.

Mom and Dad are complete opposites yet, they mesh so well.

Jodoh is a funny thing.

But if I were to end up with a man, I wish he is every bit like my father. 

And even then, I would still be my Daddy's little girl.

This was taken a year ago. 

Now my sister's towering above me, and its been a while since I last saw me smiling that wide.

I miss home. 

Goodnight.