I Miss My Daddy

I always ask my Mommy why my Daddy is not going home when evening comes.
She will always tell me that my Daddy is in Makati working so that I can go to school and I can have milk.

But even then I always look for him especially when I am about to go to sleep.

It's good that my Mommy is always assuring me that soon my Daddy will come home.
I am also thankful that we have a telephone, so every day I can talk to him. But sometimes I do not feel like talking to him.

Yesterday, while playing outside of our house, I suddenly fell down. Again, I have a bruised knee. Of course, I cried. Good that my Tatay Mel was always there to comfort me. He would carry me, and says: "It's OK. It's OK." He applied betadine. This is a liquid medicine for wound. It's not painful when it is applied to cuts. But my knee swell a little. My Mommy was at work.

I might visit the manghihilot again.

Last month, my Tita Inday Vaness and my Daddy went home for a short vacation. They brought home so many breads. I was so happy, I could embrace my Daddy and could sleep beside him--at least for four days.

But he had to leave again. Mommy and I sent him to SM City where he took a van for the airport.

So I would not cry, Mommy bought me a big ball. I could not fully hug it. I gladly showed it to my Nanay Bing and Tatay Mel when I reached home.