For My Father

Father,

I wonder where you are right now. I haven't seen you in like two weeks already. I wanted to know if you still miss us, if you're fine, if you still give a bit of godamn care for us. I may never know. I get home from school, you're not here - even during weekends. I leave home on monday mornings and you already left for the office. I don't know if you're still thin, if you still wanted to talk me, if you still love us. I want to know. I want to know so bad that I'd give up, even my life just for a nick in time that you'll pay attention - to my existence, to us your children. I'm not kdding. You know how hard it is to watch that jollibee commercial and ask myself every now and then if you're watching me grow up? or if you're intrested at all? You may never know. I want to tell you how immature it is for both you and my mother to make us suffer for everything that the two of you cannot settle. I wanted to tell you that the way you treat us like we don't exist sucks. I want to tell you that you're not being a good father to us lately. But even if everything is upside-down for us right now, you'll always be my father and I would not trade you for anyone else. I want you to know that I miss our old days so bad, when we used to talk a lot, when I was still your little girl. I want you to know that I will always be daddy's girl, and that won't ever change even if the time that you'll really leave us for good comes. I miss you so much and you will never know how much it hurts. And most of all, I want you to know that I will always love you - even if we don't get to talk for a thousand years, even if you don't get to read this. I always will.