Sunday, March 2019 (evening)
7:00 pm
It is already 7:00 in the evening. I'm in the wake of my father.
Wait! My papa? Does all of this are true? Bakit may kabaong sa harapan ko? Sino ba yung nakahiga? Bakit kami nandito? I want my papa, I need him to be here. Gusto ko ng umuwi. Hahantayin ko lang si papa na dumating galing work and aalis na kami dito at uuwi. I'm freaking want to go home 'cause i know my father is still alive and kicking. Nasa trabaho lang sya. He is not dead for peter's sake. Masisilayan ko pa rin ang mga ngiti nya.
Tanging iyun lang ang naging laman ng aking utak. Yuon lang hangga't sa ako'y makatulog kahihintay sa taong hinding hindi na babalik sa amin kahit kailan pa man.
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Sincerely Yours (Sēo Epistolē)
Non-FictionThis is an untold story and thoughts made in letters from a papa's girl who eventually lost his father before her graduation. It was written while and after his father's wake and funeral. Writing for her means hoping that her father would read it ev...
