THICK AND THIN: A father’s letter to his child PDF Print E-mail
Friday, 17 June 2011 14:28

Happy Father’s Day. On this occasion, I’m giving space to a copy of a letter written by a father to his child. This very touching missive was sent to me by my cousin and after reading it, I had lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. Let me share you its full content:
My child,

When I get old, I hope you understand and have patience with me. In case I break a plate or spill a soup on the table because I’m losing my eyesight, I hope you don’t yell at me. Older people are sensitive always having self-pity when you yell.

When my hearing gets worse and I can’t hear what you’re saying, I hope you don’t call me “Deaf”. Please repeat what you said or write it down. I’m sorry my child, I’m getting older.

When my knees get weaker, I hope you get the patience to help me get up like how I use to help you while you were little, learning how to walk.
Please bear with me when I keep repeating myself like a broken record. I hope you just keep listening to me. Please don’t make fun of me or get sick of listening to me. Do you remember when you were little, you wanted a balloon? You repeated yourself over and over until you got what you wanted.

Please also pardon my smell. I smell like an old person. Please don’t force me to shower, my body is weak. Old people get sick easily when they’re cold. I hope I don’t gross you up. Do you remember when you were little? I use to chase around because you don’t want to shower.

I hope you can be patient with me when I’m always cranky. It’s all part of getting old. You’ll understand when you grow older and if you have spare time, I hope we can talk even for a few minutes. I’m always all by myself all the time and have no one to talk to. I know you’re busy with work. If you’re not interested with my stories, please have time for me.

When the time comes and I get ill and bedridden, I hope you have the patience to take care of me. I’m sorry, if I accidentally wet the bed or make a mess. I hope you have the patience to take care of me during the last few moments of my life. I’m not going to last much longer, anyway.

When the time of my death comes, I hope you hold my hand and give me strength to face death. And don’t worry, when I finally meet our Creator, I will whisper in His ear to bless you because you love your mom and dad.
Thank you so much for your care. We love you.
With much love,
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MISCELLANEOUS: For those who will celebrate parties in restaurants and hotel, beware. Last Saturday evening, a friend of mine invited me to his wife’s birthday party at the 2nd Floor of the New Aristocrat Restaurant near the Gov. Camins junction.

There were many guests who attended the affair but among them were two women tagging along with them two young children with ages around 8-10 years old.
The celebrant and her relatives don’t know them but seeing them well-dressed and well-behaved, they thought they were among the invited guests.

When it was time for dinner and the guests were lining up the buffet table, the two young children went around the emptied tables and took the guests’ cellphones that were left on the tables and immediately sneaked out of the hall together with the two women.

This was only discovered when the guests went back to their respective tables to partake of their foods.
This is the latest modus operandi perpetrated not only in hotels and restaurants but also inside the churches.--ROSLAN BAHA