Dear Tatay,
I didn't realize that it's already been six years since we started celebrating your birthday without you here. Who would've thought that this could last that long? That I could last this long while living with this ache that kept shelter in my heart since you left. I know it wasn't your fault. It wasn't anybody's fault. But the truth is, it hurts. Because I miss you so bad. The way your smile lights up the day. Or how you mindlessly whistle a song (usually it's La Vie En Rose) while answering the day's crossword puzzle with your morning cup of coffee. Your childhood stories and those that you had while saling the sea. And there's nothing I can do about this missing you. Except maybe live the remaining hours that I have, as fully as you did with yours. Maybe someday when we meet again, it'll be my stories that you'll be listening to. But until then, please save a spot for me beside you. I can't think of anything else to tell you now except, god I miss you.
P.S. Thank you for the song.
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