He knows how I think, how I feel about things. And as I was watching him utter those words I would never even have the courage to say, tears were fighting their way out of my eyes. He is a great man, greater than many others I've known and yet, his greatness never became a reason for him to look down on lost souls like me. And as I stared at him as he goes on speaking, asking questions which he probably meant to ask to help me understand my options better, I was silently telling myself that someday, I'm going to make him proud of me.
To my Tatay Bok, you have no idea how much you're helping me. I feel like I'm a total nobody and yet you go on making me feel better when I don't even know how I'd be able to get up from where I am. In fact, I don't even know if I could still get up at all. But then again, thank you for believing in me, Dad.. I hope someday I make you proud.
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