i still can't believe that papa is 50. that's if he's still alive. see, he died when he was 39. some say life has not even begun for him.
i remember his 39th birthday, his last birthday. it was like christmas. only better. we had crispy pata, kare-kare (my favorite), and all the fattening filipino specialties. i know the celebration was something bigger than usual. i don't know why, but i remember my mom saying, "minsan lang mangyari 'to." we didn't know that she will be referring to his death in a few month's time.
of us three siblings, the youngest takes his appearance and mannerisms. they have the same soft, rounded face, sad eyes -- big and dipping on the far ends. their noses are not aqualine yet not flat, it's slightly matangos but a bit plump near the nostrils. their lips are also both slightly full and a little pouty upper lip. their chins, small and almost inexistent.
i might have described myself a bit but they look more similar. but i digress.
so today, after office, i went to hear mass in don bosco for papa's 50th birthday (still can't believe 'twas that soon) and bought a cake.
unfortunately, the guy at the bakeshoppe murdered the cake. i can barely read "papa" and there was an "erasure" on the "50."
buti nalang birthday ni papa, kaya di ko nalang pinansin.
and no, i'm not that matakaw. i shared it with cheska, mok, tito boy, and mama tess after dinner.
happy birthday papa!
mahal na mahal na mahal na mahal kita.
anyway, that's all. ciao!
ps:
our lady of fatima parish
