I was looking at our photo albums; reminiscing ba.

I found pictures of my dad, my mom and I. Wala lang, there's something about old pictures na nakaka-oomf ng feelings.

Then I remembered before that I always said that I wasn't really a child who was papa's girl or mama's girl because it was my aunt who raised me.

After flipping some pages and started seeing less and less pictures of papa, it suddenly struck me

This was the time where he was always at work since he knew that he could d*e soon.

He was saving money for me and my mom.

I wish I cherished my time with him more. I wish he saw that I grew up. Heto na ako pa, magt-try mag-apply ng colleges. But no, he didn't even see my graduation in elementary.

I miss you pa, I can't even start to describe how much I want to see you again.

It seems that I was too late to realize that.

It looks shallow when you read it and probably looks more shallow when you haven't felt it

But puta, nakakamiss si papa

And to end this thread of tweets in a good note, Love you pa, always have and always will.