FATHER

What is a father? For most of us father is a person whom we can depend on. But ask yourself is it just a person whom we can depend on? A particular person who’s always with us? A man that just inheriting their surname? Is this the meaning of father?

There are 3 fathers in our life. The god father, whom we praise and love above all other things, our forefathers whom we look back to and our father whom we owe our life. A short story about my father who’s also known as Ricardo Florentino.

Ricardo Florentino, 4^th child and a blessing to my grandparents. Graduated and now working in a large company in Middle East, my father has shown many things, things that no one can. Enumerating these things can make you nauseous for these things are as long as you think it may. We call him Papa but his just not our father; he is also our friend and guardian. His ways of molding his kids are no different from other fathers except the way he treats his children. Some father are there for their children and some are not, some are working and some are just sitting pretty on a comfortable chair letting their children do the job. Well our father, for me is an exceptional father, he works real hard just to support us; he never rests just to ensure our future (well off course he do rest but not the kind of rest most lazy fathers do). Money means nothings to him as long as he has us, his family, he’s contented and happy.

A unique person that we cherish. A unique person that we love. Most of his times are spent working but we do not blame him for being a workaholic dad but we are proud of him, why? Because we know that he works because he has, he works because he has his own reasons. Reasons that the three of us know.

A distance that made us misses him a lot. A distance that made our bond stronger than ever, and a distance that even love and care can travel thru. A love and care that never leaves our heart all of these years. A love that he has already shown to us many time over and still showing it no matter what and now matter how. A care which we felt many years ago and still feeling it every now and then.

So after this short story you’ve read………..don’t you wish you had a father like I do, a father that you can say out loud that he is your father? How lucky we are for having such a father and how unlucky those who have a father but doesn’t know that real meaning of having a father. Well…..think once, think twice and tell yourself “am I the lucky one or the unlucky one?”.