She was born on a summer night by a hilot practitioner. Their youngest daughter with pretty brown eyes and small lips who he called “bunso ng papa”. She was his apple of the eye.
She grew-up and became a daddy’s girl. Wherever he is, she’s there. Whatever he does, she does. When they need to find him, she’ll know where to look. When they need him home, she’s the only one who can make him go home. He loved her very much and he’s so proud of her precious bunso.
Years passed and she’s already in college.
It was a rainy day in the month of May. A day after her mother’s birthday. She was happily bathing in the rain when he asked her to make halo-halo. She gladly complied. They were so happy eating together. She, him, her mom. Afterwards, he left.
He came back that afternoon complaining headache. She was watching tv. He lay down on the sofa and asked her to massage his head. She was reluctant being disturbed by the situation. She complied. He massaged him for a short time while her mother called their nurse nephew-in-law. He recommended some medicine but is not available so he suggested bringing him to the hospital. He’s having high blood pressure.
They asked a friend to drive him. She joined her mom. When they arrived, a stretcher was provided. They lay him down. His eyes are gradually closing. Her mother is worried. She’s massaging his hands and feet. They reached the room. He’s barely holding on. They started using the flat iron in his body. He showed no resistance. One time. Two times. Three times. He’s not responding. His eyes finally closed. She heard her mother say, “Your father is gone.”
She doesn’t know how she would react to the situation. She doesn’t feel anything. She just kept quiet thinking how she should feel about it. Her mom told her to go back home and tell their relatives the situation.
They prepared everything in the house. They cleaned it so fast as if a typhoon came and washed everything out. His body arrived. They lay him in the bed they prepared in the living room.
That night she slept beside him. She embraced him all night telling him to wake up. She kissed him and said “I love you” for the first time. He did not respond. She cried.
The wake gave her a hard time. Everybody keeps on asking what happened. She felt tired for her mother telling the story over and over again.
On his funeral his bestfriend and eldest son gave the eulogy. She knew she wanted to say things but they did not ask her so she just sat and listen. There were many people there sharing sympathy and telling great things about him which she didn’t know. He is loved by many.
Six years had passed and she still regret that day when she was reluctant for his request. If only she knew what to do. If only the people in the hospital have the right knowledge he might have responded.
She grew-up and became a daddy’s girl. Wherever he is, she’s there. Whatever he does, she does. When they need to find him, she’ll know where to look. When they need him home, she’s the only one who can make him go home. He loved her very much and he’s so proud of her precious bunso.
Years passed and she’s already in college.
It was a rainy day in the month of May. A day after her mother’s birthday. She was happily bathing in the rain when he asked her to make halo-halo. She gladly complied. They were so happy eating together. She, him, her mom. Afterwards, he left.
He came back that afternoon complaining headache. She was watching tv. He lay down on the sofa and asked her to massage his head. She was reluctant being disturbed by the situation. She complied. He massaged him for a short time while her mother called their nurse nephew-in-law. He recommended some medicine but is not available so he suggested bringing him to the hospital. He’s having high blood pressure.
They asked a friend to drive him. She joined her mom. When they arrived, a stretcher was provided. They lay him down. His eyes are gradually closing. Her mother is worried. She’s massaging his hands and feet. They reached the room. He’s barely holding on. They started using the flat iron in his body. He showed no resistance. One time. Two times. Three times. He’s not responding. His eyes finally closed. She heard her mother say, “Your father is gone.”
She doesn’t know how she would react to the situation. She doesn’t feel anything. She just kept quiet thinking how she should feel about it. Her mom told her to go back home and tell their relatives the situation.
They prepared everything in the house. They cleaned it so fast as if a typhoon came and washed everything out. His body arrived. They lay him in the bed they prepared in the living room.
That night she slept beside him. She embraced him all night telling him to wake up. She kissed him and said “I love you” for the first time. He did not respond. She cried.
The wake gave her a hard time. Everybody keeps on asking what happened. She felt tired for her mother telling the story over and over again.
On his funeral his bestfriend and eldest son gave the eulogy. She knew she wanted to say things but they did not ask her so she just sat and listen. There were many people there sharing sympathy and telling great things about him which she didn’t know. He is loved by many.
Six years had passed and she still regret that day when she was reluctant for his request. If only she knew what to do. If only the people in the hospital have the right knowledge he might have responded.
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