A Not So Happy Birthday…
Remembering Papa Today is my father’s birthday. He was actually born on the mountains because my grandparents had to hide from the Japanese because it was World War II at that time. SInce life was hard, he was fed thru a goat’s milk. I don’t know if it was a joke but according to him, that was the reason why he isn’t tall as some fathers are. I hardly remember celebrating this day with Papa. I guess this is really typical for an OFW child like me whose fathers have to go abroad just for the need to survive. I was only five years old when Papa decided to leave and work here in the Middle East. I don’t have that much fond memories celebrating this day when I was younger because Papa would only come for vacation once in every four years and that would not be on his birthday. But I would not forget to send him Birthday Cards and I think that was the most memorable thing that I can remember doing during that time. Where computers is not a fad yet and snail mails and not e-mails is the