I’ve been in and out of this country more times that I can remember and still it isn’t enough for me to keep from staying up at night, thinking that all too soon I’ll be back home longing to see my Dad all over again. I’ve never been the kind of child that Philippine governance and society classes labelled as problematic because of expat parents. But inevitable are the nights that I lay in bed wondering how my day would have been different if my Dad were there. Now, I have the luxury of being with him and before I sleep, all I am is grateful to have a father like him. Leaving home wasn’t a problem for him because deep inside he knew that he trained his kids to be strong and adaptive. Sounds pretty military but my father is, and always will be, nothing but full of love for his family and he never fails to show it. Three nights from now, I’ll be back in a place called home but only because of the structure. My heart will forever be in this city where I am a stranger to the rest of the people but the world to one.
