Times have changed, yes, and if children of today’s generation go through what we went through, our prison cells will probably be filled with “abusive” parents.
There was only 1 rule in our home and that was to obey Tatay, no matter what. Simple, isn’t it? Nobody is allowed to question his authority. What he says, goes. If you make a mistake, you are severely punished. Physically. There was no dialogue between parent and child because children’s opinions didn’t matter during our time. My father always shouts, even when he’s not mad. More often than not, he loses his temper in a flash.
But after everything else is said and done, I thank God for my father who molded me for what I am now. Thanks to him, my heart could endure any setback in life.
THANK YOU TATAY:
1. for teaching me what’s right and wrong
2. for preparing me to be ready for anything and everything
3. for coaching me about life’s Ups and Downs
4. for taking care of me through thick and thin
5. for standing by me no matter what
6. for not giving up on me
7. for forgiving me of my wrongdoings and shortcomings
8. for always praying for me and my kids
9. for loving me Inspite of and Despite of
10. for accepting me for what I am and for what I am NOT.
I love you, Tatay! Hope you are now having the time of your life in heaven.
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