Did you ever wonder how a 3 year old kid explain things happening around her? When my kid showed me what she just drew, I was actually shocked, not because she knows how to, but what she drew. A family portrait, saying "Daddy, this is you, Kyona and Mommy!" I held my breath deep as my eyes slowly filled with tears are getting ready to fall.
For 7 months now, my dearest Kyona is without a family of her own, she's staying with my in-law, while my wife and I pick up the pieces of our shattered lives. Will we be together? Will Kyona get her birthday wish? Noone knows. What I know is like the picture, we are holding on, living alone but still holding on.
The paranoia of being alone kills me everyday, but the hope of being with my kid is what keeping me alive. But how can I explain the things to her when questions like "why are you leaving again?" and "when will you be coming back?" veers my sanity to outerspace?
A co-worker just asked me a question as I'm writing this, "Masarap ba magkaroon ng anak?" Another question that I'm beginning to hate. How will I know? I can't even walk her to school, can't even tuck her in to sleep, read books to her, feed her. Things that a father should be doing, i cannot do, so how will I know? I don't even want myself to be called a father, not even a provider, a little maybe but not a good one. Every peso I give to her will never be enough of the times lost being with a family. Is it my fault? Yes. It was unfolding before my eyes and I never did anything to keep it all together. I don't know how this will end for all of us, but what I just found out is that my my daughter's drawing is way better than my writing.
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