My sweet encounter of my greatest fear!

Dear classmates,

Hello, everyone! It's nice to be back here. I had just harvested the goods of my farm (farmville on facebook.com) and I was about to continue the unfinished blog about the activity we had in Tagaytay last, last, last Saturday. Unfortunately, I had this problem in uploading the pictures and until now, that unfinished blog remains undone. Maybe, Ms. Gladys will help me in posting those.:)

As what I have promised (to Mr. Choi, Chan Lan, and the rest), I already talked to my papa. Yes, I did it! Actually, this was last month (I can't remember the exact date.) I had the courage to call Papa when I had a phone call from my uncle, my mom's brother. He asked me if I did ever share to my family about my passing in the licensure examination for teachers. During that time, my brothers did not know about it and I was getting bothered by the thought that I already announced to everybody that good news and yet I did not inform them. It was weekday and I was really composing myself-gaining strength indeed, to get my phone and dial my brother's number. That afternoon, he was on his work and my Kuya's wife told me to call Papa in the evening, so I waited. I was in the faculty room that night, doing some school works while waiting for my colleague to finish her work in the computer room when they texted me that I could make a call. And, so I did!!!

My hands were shaking while pressing the dial button. It was expected that my papa would not take the call. At first, my sister-in-law answered it and gave it to my Kuya and then gave it Papa and then my Kuya's voice again. Tears started to form when I heard Papa refusing to talk to me. I said to my self that it was not his voice but it was his. I brokedown, really. I heard Kuya talking to him, telling him to talk to me and so he did! :)

The first question that he asked me was "Why are you crying?" and I couldn't answer. He comforted me by saying "It's okay." By the time I found my voice, I said my "sorrys" for him. He just answered me that it was okay and that I should not think about it anymore. And then, we're friends... again. We talked about the things which we failed to hear from each other - My stories, his stories, our stories. And, it was wonderful!

My short conversaton with my Dad is the best thing I have ever made this year. I should have done this earlier so that we could have great talks. I realized that it was I who made the great wall of miscommunication and misunderstanding. The thought of calling him was easy but it took me years to do it. Certainly, being too emotional would defy bravery, but the will to do it whole-heartedly has conquered my fear. It was a relief. It is a great relief!

Hope to see you all someday!
Let's love our parents the way that they should be loved. :)



Love,
Cherry