Well, I can’t say you’re my first love because twas Mama who picked the best dresses when I was little. I can’t say you loved me first either, because again it’s Mama whom you dated first and not me. You weren’t superman, because you couldn’t fly. You weren’t the bestfriend, because I couldn’t share those girly talks with you. So what’s striking between you and I? Nothing! Except that when everyone was busy keeping their roles in my life, you made sure that I get to master mine. And even if I failed a hundred times, you still put up your head and bragged that I am your first child. You are not lovely for a father Pop, YOU ARE JUST LOVELY! Remember? There will never be another Fatso for this Payatola. Happy father’s day to the man who molded me despite the bruises he gained, happy father’s day to the man who taught me how to be a father too someday! And I hope, little by little, I am making you proud! I love you always and I miss you forever. ❤ Your Jenny (at Manila Memorial Park (HolyCross))
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Well, I can’t say you’re my first love because twas Mama who picked the best dresses when I was little. I can’t say you loved me first either, because again it’s Mama whom you dated first and not me. You weren’t superman, because you couldn’t fly. You weren’t the bestfriend, because I couldn’t share those girly talks with you. So what’s striking between you and I? Nothing! Except that when everyone was busy keeping their roles in my life, you made sure that I get to master mine. And even if I failed a hundred times, you still put up your head and bragged that I am your first child. You are not lovely for a father Pop, YOU ARE JUST LOVELY! Remember? There will never be another Fatso for this Payatola. Happy father’s day to the man who molded me despite the bruises he gained, happy father’s day to the man who taught me how to be a father too someday! And I hope, little by little, I am making you proud! I love you always and I miss you forever. ❤ Your Jenny (at Manila Memorial Park (HolyCross))

And when this day called for a throwback, I was like literally thrown at the back. Yes Mr. Fuentecilla, reading our love letters just made me cry. I forgot how it feels like to start a letter with “Dear Fatso, I promise to get you car,” and end it cool like “Your Payatola”. We were that close!!! I miss you, so dalawin kita later Papa love! 😭😂😚
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And when this day called for a throwback, I was like literally thrown at the back. Yes Mr. Fuentecilla, reading our love letters just made me cry. I forgot how it feels like to start a letter with “Dear Fatso, I promise to get you car,” and end it cool like “Your Payatola”. We were that close!!! I miss you, so dalawin kita later Papa love! 😭😂😚