Novel & Cerita Words For Father

may halong pagtatampo na salita ni Daddy. “Dad" mukhang manenermon din si Daddy. Ilang beses na nila akong paulit ulit na tinatanong sa mga bagay na iyon, at paulit ulit rin akong sumasagot nang ganun. Hindi ko alam pero siguro dahil parehas na silang senior ngayon ni Mommy.

Mas lalong kumabog nang malakas ang puso ko. It’s him. Crandall El Greco. The father of my son.

He is too young but the way he speak to his father it's full of pain. "I'm sorry anak. I know it's my fault. Daddy is so weak. I failed your Mom son and I failed as father to all of you." It is so painful and I could almost feel the excruciating pain inside my heart. I could hardly breath because of the pain I was feeling inside. Ang sakit, sobrang sakit.

Vira felt like there was a huge boulder smashed through her head and a spear pierced through her heart. Napakabigat ng kan’yang damdamin at ang isip niya ay tila walang ibang maisip kun’di ang masasakit na salita na binitiwan ng sariling ama. How can a father say that to his own child? O baka naman hindi ka totoong anak kaya gan’yan ka kung tratuhin?

Why would they do that? I clenched my fist, looking angrily to my father who only cares to his name and fame. “What kind of father are you?” I'm not proud of to call him father. He's a monster. “You’re my successor. Wala akong mapapala sa nakababata mong kapatid!” What? What did he say?

Hindi niya alam kung paano niya ito sasagutin ng tama. Bumuntong hininga siya at masuyong hinaplos ang pingi nito. "Kai, you are too young to understand everything. But... I... I can only say that... yes, you have a father. Every child has a mommy and also a daddy." "Then where is daddy, mommy?"

Kita pa ang bahid ng mga dugo sa may itaas na bahagi ng ulo nito. “Make progress for us, sweetie. Be strong. We are here for you. Pag gising mo, I'll make you feel how to have a father. Promise, okay? You can call me Papa, Daddy, tatay, whatever you want…just wake up… I miss you.”

“Son, I'm sorry. There was a reason why I wasn't around when you were growing up. Whatever that reason is, it's between your Mom and me. Just because your Mom and I had our differences, it doesn't mean that I don't love you or that I didn't want to be a father to you. I wouldn't be here if I didn't care about you. I love you, son.” “We saw all of Mommy's struggles just to raise us without you. We often saw her secretly crying. As we grew up, now we understand where her pains were coming from. It's all because she was struggling to be a parent to us all by herself, but then she never gave up on us. If you're just coming into our lives again just to bring back pain to Mommy, it's better if we

“Ikaw naman, kamusta kayo ng family mo? Close ka ba sa kanila?” Huminto siya. Nag-isip. “Komplikado eh.” “Paanong komplikado?” “Emotionally absent din naman sila In a different way.” Hinawakan niya ko sa kamay at hinila para umupo kami sa sofa. “Yung father ko, he’s always working. Building the business. Making deals. Growing the empire.” “So malungkot ka rin?” “Sometimes. Hindi naman always.” Ngumiti siya nang bahagya. “I have good memories too. With my dad.”

Kaya ko kayang gawin yung mga bagay na nagawa na ni Daddy noon? You see, my father is one of the famous journalists that mainly focus on writing feature-like stories. Nagsusulat din naman siya ng mga balita pero higit na sumikat lang siya sa mga feature articles na na-publish noon under his name. I want to be like him but I still don’t believe na kaya ko.