Novel & Cerita Letter To My Daughter

How dare she play her daughter like that? “You shouldn’t feel guilty. You’ve done more than any daughter would to their family. And now it’s time to focus on yourself. Whatever money you have left with you, huwag mong ibigay. Say no. And if you can’t say no verbally, send her a message. Isn’t that why handwritten letters existed? Only it’s more modern now at text message na kaya mas mabilis mabasa.” Riz remained quiet.

He's too young to have a child. Out of curiosity, nilagay ko sa bulsa 'yung litrato bago lumabas ng office ni Dad dala-dala 'yung brown envelope. Nang makababa na ay napahinto ako sa harap ni Dad at tumitig sa mukha niya. Mabait na tao si Dad. I shouldn't doubt him. Tama. Ama ko siya. Lumapit ako sa kanya at mahinang niyugyog. "Dad, gising. Ito na po 'yung inutos niyo."

It's funny how everything is connected with Isaac. Habang gumagawa ako ng resignation letter ay biglang nag-ring ang phone ko. At nanlamig ako nang makita ang pangalan ni Daddy. Hindi ko sana sasagutin pero mas magagalit lang siya kapag ginawa ko iyon. Kaya kahit nanginginig ay sinagot ko iyon. "D-ad—"

Alam naming may pumoprotekta sa dalawa kaya hindi namin mahanap hanap ng mga tauhan ko. I became busy again that I forget to tell my wife what burdens me. Hanggang isang araw my natanggap na naman kaming sulat. This time it's not only for my wife but also for my daughter. "SAY HELLO TO YOUR BRAT. I'LL BE TAKING BACK WHAT'S MINE"

Bahagyang nagsalubong ang kilay niya. “Of course.” Humigpit ang hawak ko sa baso. Pakiramdam ko ay unti-unting nawawalan ng hangin ang paligid habang pilit kong binubuo ang susunod kong sasabihin. At nang tuluyan akong makapag-ipon ng lakas ng loob… mahina akong nagsalita. “…am I really your daughter?”

tanong niya sa anak. Napasimangot si Madison sa ina. Her chubby cheek bulged as she pouted cutely. “Mommy, I only like him as a Tito but not as a daddy.” Napataas ito ng kamay at malakas na inanunsyo, “Ako nalang manghahanap ng daddy, mommy. Don’t worry, I’ll find you the best and handsome daddy ever! ‘Yung mayaman tas macho!” Tuluyan ng tumawa si Mikolaj at nag-thumbs up. Her eyes twinkled as she watched her daughter run off somewhere.

Sana mana rin sa'yo ang pagkakataong mabuhay nang buo. Patawad kung hindi kita isinama sa laban na 'to. Akala ko kaya kong mag-isa. Hindi pala. — Elle Tinupi ko ang papel hindi ko alam kung ipapadala ko. Inilagay ko lang sa drawer. Letter #2 — For Mommy & Daddy Mom, Dad, Kung galit kayo sa akin, naiintindihan ko. Kung nasaktan ko kayo, mas naiintindihan ko.

Not with this revelation spinning around my head like a storm. I opened the dusty box of old letters I had brought with me. Inside were yellowing pages—handwritten notes from my mom, poetry scraps, recipes. And tucked in one corner was a folded paper I had never dared open before. Her handwriting was clear: > “For Elira. If I’m not there when questions start to hurt.” My hands trembled as I opened it. My heart thudded so loud I could hear it echo in my ears. > “My darling Elira,

“I fall po, Mom. But it’s fine, I got a small scratch lang po. I will not cry na po.” “No, that’s not fine, baby. Where are you now?” “Daddy Gab picked me up. You’re gone po daw kasi sa mall so he decided to pick me up. We are going home na po. Don’t worry, Mommy, gagamutin naman po ni Daddy Gab ang sugat ko, tsaka small lang po,” napangiti naman ako. “Okay. Can I talk to your Daddy Gab, baby?” I asked my daughter.

Nagpaalam muna ako kay Nanay para iwanan muna roon. Nagpunta kami sa isang pinakamalapit na coffee shop at na sa may sulok kami pumwesto. “Ayoko nang magpaligoy-ligoy pa,” sambit ni Monica matapos naming mag-order sa waiter. “Here lies all the letters Dad have written for you ever since I was fifteen.” Napatingin ako sa isang box na binigay nito. “Aanhin ko ‘yan?” “Dad once told me she has a daughter,” she said. “I was surprise, so as Mommy Bea. He told us he wrote letters for his daughter that he can’t send out because Lola and Lolo wouldn’t allow it.”