Yesterday, March 6, was Papsie’s 47th birthday. Daryl had just thought of buying a slice of cake within his budget to add something to his letter for Papsie’s birthday.
Aside from the haiku, here is a copy of the letter (with his permission):
My dear Father,
It is not my intention to write a long letter, for it is not within my budget to print such a letter. Kidding aside, suffice it enough to know that I wish you nothing but the best for the years to come. You have given so much for us, despite your unique circumstance, that all I am asking of you is to live a little of your life for yourself. If I ever do get substantively rich (in a financial sense), I promise to take you somewhere nice (perhaps that mami stand in Masambong. :))
First, thank you for everything that you have done, and everything that you are still doing for me, my sister and my mother. Whatever we are now, whatever we have achieved and whatever we will achieve, we will always owe part of it to you. I am also thankful for the fact that you took it upon yourself to be useful, to be productive, given your predicament. It is rare, indeed, in this world of zanies and fools, to see a man rise above the circumstance which nature has assigned to him. For that, I thank you.
I also want to thank you for loving me as your son, despite my many shortcomings. I still have yet to learn the art of “diskarte” as you may call it, and I may not be well-versed with basketball, or with any other sport for that matter, but you love me just the same.
Second, I am sorry for whatever grief or pain that I may have caused you, or (God forbid) I may cause you in the future. I am a growing person, so bear with my pending development. I may argue with you a lot of times, but know that I do love you.
Yes, do know that we love you. It may sound just like any other I love you’s thrown around but it is meant with honesty, not flattery. Don’t let the formality of this letter faze you from believing in its sincerity; it is just a style which I suddenly wanted to employ. Know that there are people in this world who keep you in their thoughts and for those who believe, in their prayers, so whenever you’re feeling down, just think of these people. Just think of us.
Papa, I know that I may not always be the son that people (and perhaps, just perhaps – you) expect me to be. I do not play sports. I’m not a fan of wrestling, I love Whitney and Aretha, I prefer books to the court – you get the point. But do know that I will always be the son who will ask you to eat at the mami stand – the son who will sometimes frown upon hearing your requests for me to fill the water container with..hmm..water (what else?), etc. In any case, I will always be the son who loves you, beer belly and all. (Although, technically, you don’t have a beer belly. You have a “brandy” belly. And yeah, that was a corny joke but do indulge me.)
Today is your 47th birthday, and I want you to have more birthdays to come! Not another 47 birthdays, because that may just be too much. I am not promising anything but the promise to make every effort to better myself, so that I may be a better son to you and Mama. In any case, I believe that it is time for me to end this supposedly short letter. XD
Again, wishing you nothing but the best that life has to offer!
With all the love that the word LOVE could muster,
Your fat (getting to regular size) son,