Forever Her Father’s Daughter

 Children’s Day Reflections

This Children’s Day, I want to celebrate the person who has always been my rock my dad. Even as I grow older, I’ll forever be my daddy’s child. His unwavering belief in me and the care he showers upon me, Us his children even in the smallest ways, are treasures I hold dear. Today, I want to share a bit about the bond we share and the love that continues to guide me.

We have this connection that’s so special—it’s almost spiritual. Whenever I’m going through something or feeling uncertain, my dad somehow always knows. His calls come right on time, as if he senses it in his spirit. He checks in, encourages me, and reminds me who I am with kind words and quiet strength.

There was a time I was going through heartbreak, and I found myself breaking down and telling him about it. His words were so soothing, so healing it felt like balm to my soul.

He’s my go-to person when I need reassurance. I don’t even have to say much—he’ll say something casually, and somehow, it resonates perfectly with whatever I’m facing.

Then there are the random voice notes he sends—out of nowhere—and they bring the biggest smile to my face. And anytime he sees me? God help me if I have a spot or acne on my face—I have to explain why it’s there! And let’s not forget the classic “Showo wa lowo e?” right before those surprise credit alerts that leave me speechless.

Talk about being self-aware and in control I definitely got that from him. And love? The way I love, the way I know not to settle for anything less than love that’s real and full? It’s because I’m deeply, truly loved at home.

People often say I have a good heart, that I care about people. That’s all thanks to my parents. They’re the most kind and accommodating people I know.

My dad taught me to put God first, to pursue what makes me happy, and that I can be anything I want to be—as long as I put my heart to it.

I’ll always be her father’s daughter.

Today, I celebrate that gift.