Happy Papi's Day

I still cannot believe how I lasted for almost two months living in this house without talking to my father. We still do live under the same roof though. My pride and anger have dominated my will to make amends with him. A simple sorry would have made things right and back to normal. But I was too scared that he would just reject my apology and still not talk to me. I've tried talking to him a few days after our petty feud, however, he did not talk back/answer, like he's too mad to not even look at me in the eye. So I got tired of trying and stopped. Whenever I get home, I'd go directly to my mum and talk and do the "mano po" gesture. Or go straight to the bedroom. I'd just pass by my father whether he'd seen me or not. We act as if both of us do not exist in each other's eyes. It's bullshit, I know.

Apparently, I got tired of it as well. I missed how we always talked about anything, go to the public market together, buy groceries, have him drive us home, drive me anywhere, buy me stuff, me pinching his butt cheeks, tickle his feet, tell him all the crappy things in my mind, and the like. So I sent him a message saying I'm sorry, "Sorry na, papi". I waited for a response, but to no avail. Well, I just accepted that maybe I was too much of a stubborn daughter and a passive-aggressive person that karma just slapped me in the face.

Morning came and, voila! Papi asked me if I needed his car for the event on that night! Hahaha I was too happy to even breathe I almost died! Just in time for Father's Day! Hahaha! That was just yesterday! And so, I promised myself never ever piss my papi ever again. Hah!

Happy Father's Day, Papi! I really, really missed you. I love you!

Lesson learned: never piss thy papi.

Just sharing. Good night.