A Sweet Day to be Reminisced (Narrative)

          There was one muggy afternoon, the hotness of every corner of the street's bombarding every pore of my skin. I was tasked to go to a supermarket to buy viand that time. While taking every prowl of my feet, there was something inside of me that I could hardly elucidate. Something exceptional that might happen while taking my journey to emporium. Something that is infrequent to a certain situation to happen. I couldn't even envision and  explicate of what my emotion's bursting out.

          After many strides, the shrouded candor of my thoughts leaked. I saw my loving yet strict father in a very scorching thoroughfare in a distance, doing his decorous job- a garbage collector. Striving firmly along with his sweats drenching on his skin. He's with his company at that very moment, cleaning the streets' garbage, keeping and putting garbage to the garbage truck. I immediately approached him without any hesitation and gave me a voluminous buoyant smile.

          I blessed to him like what any other child does to a parent as a sign of respect, a "mano po" I mean, and gave him a smile with glee. While having our chitchat, there was something inside of me that is melting. Something strange's happening to my core. Our positions' itself gives me discernment of how bad I was. It leads me to conclude of how bad I was for what I did being a son to him. A son who is used to disobey his father with any task a father wants his son to do. A son who is used to have complaints in every chore a father wants his son to attain with.

          After I went home, to our church where I stayed that time. In a sudden, I haven't noticed my tears began to fall. I weeped horribly like a bereaved member of a family. I sobbed like a helpless child for being bullied. I just told myself, "I was wrong. I was really wrong for what I did.". I regretted like a culprit for committing such crimes and sentenced to death. "He was sicked to death doing his job in the middle of a boiling day. He was benevolently acquiring his duties just to earn to support his family.", "How could we easily get bugged every time we are tasked to do such chores." added the half of me.


          After that occurrence, my perception has changed. Its changes tackled my perception of who my father really is. Hatred to love. I learned how to forgive him. I learned how to understand more his position. And I can even tell that he was the greatest incomparable father ever. The father who gives reflection to my existence. The father who willingly obtains his responsibilities regardless of being in a penurious state. The father who never leaves us. The loving father to his children and wife. The father who gives one of the best company in humanity. My loving father Marcos F. Anor, Sr..


          A father would always be a father. A father who would always be an unfathomable lover to his child. A father who always wants to protect his child most. A father who sacrifices his pride just to provide his child's necessities. A father who wants to catch you before you fall but instead picks you up, brushes you off, and lets you try again. A father who holds you when you cry, scolds you when you break the rules, shines with pride when you succeed, and has faith in you even when you fail. A father who loves tirelessly not just to his child but to his child's mother as well.