Only DAD in the World

. . . My Daddy Dearest . . .

Dad, Di, Daddy, and Teddy, those are what I could call my father. My dad, Teodoro A. De Sagun is what I would consider as a loving father in different ways. He’s also giving and never selfish. He would discipline me in a way that I would hold a grudge over him, yet that was before I was still a toddler. Now that I had my mind mature and developed, I had understand why he would do those, now even though he stills discipline me with his ways I would always understand him at the end of the day. I can never imagine my life without my dad; he’s very valuable to our lives that if we would lose him we would never function properly as a family again. Even when he would travel places for work and leave us for a short time is difficult. No one would drive mom to her work but herself, take note that my mom is not that good in driving, or to drop me to the bus stop and my sister to her school. For me he’s the best dad. He’s more fun than stern at some situations.

If we were to celebrate Father’s Day, I would first greet him Happy Father’s Day then ask him to go in Mall of Asia. We’d either eating at Yaki Mix or watching movies or maybe both. He would of course treat me, because I have no savings and its Father’s Day which means fathers around the world should be more generous, right? I wouldn’t get him any gift for the same reason I can’t treat him. Maybe some of the readers are wondering if why my dad is always the one who would pay in Father’s Day? It’s simply because I have no money, sad isn’t it? Yet still I’d force myself not to buy too much.

After eating or watching movies, we’d be buying thing or in other words, shopping. I would ask him to buy me new pair of shoes, preferably TOMS or VANS. I still think he wouldn’t refuse me, if so he ever did refuse me then I’ll ask him persuasively. We would buy shoes and clothes then more food. I guess by the time we finish it would be somewhere seven in the evening. After leaving MOA, I would remind him to buy my sister and my mom something from MOA; so I’d ask him if we could just buy them donuts at Krispy Kreme. After those tiring things, we’d be driving straight home and rest. Maybe if we pass by McDonalds, I’d ask him for a drive through which is something he can’t really refuse. Then rest at home or late night movie marathon. For everything we did, at the end of the day I’d always have this realization that I can’t live without my Daddy Dearest.

. . . And he'd always be... my Daddy Dearest . . .