"No. And even if he does, minana niya pa yata yun sa tatay niya. So you're likely to die of tetanus rather than any actual gunshot wounds, which means you'll have time. :)"
Then a nervous smile...
And looking severely constipated the rest of the evening...
It means a lot to me that you were here.
Thank you for braving the formidable force that is my father.
My expectation was more dramatic. Instead, he was calm. Held me in his arms like the little girl I was when I fell off the bike. The closest thing to a father my Muffin Man ever had. It made me cry even more because I was expecting something else.
...
I never knew how truly loved I was when I cried like a child again in my father's shoulders last night. And how truly lucky to have parents who never threatened me abandonment or rejection no matter what I may have done. Thank you dad for trying to be a father to the person I care about. Thank you mom for your unconscious grace in accepting our flaws.
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