For the random phone conversations about life.
For always praying for me.
For the neck massages and the pats in the back.
For the corny jokes that crack me up nonetheless.
For being so patient at teaching me boxing when I was a kid.
For defending me from the bigger boys when I was too afraid to fight back.
For the karate lessons. For my crazy childhood haircuts.
For the signature Sunday humba and lechon kawali cooked just for me.
Thank you.
But most of all, Dad, I thank you for just being you.
And for making me feel that it's totally okay to be me when I'm around you.
Cheers to long life. Happy birthday! I love you.
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