A father the one who serves as the family’s defender and the one ho works for their expenses. What the father is getting more and more abusive and loves another woman aide from your mother. Will he be responsible enough?
In my family I have an industrious father and responsible mother. Before I often tell my father that I love him. I used to think that I’m so lucky to be their child and to have a family like what I had before. When I think of broken families I am very confident that our family won’t be broken.
When I was in Grade III, I tried my best to reach the honors list because I loved my family so much and I want them to be very proud of me. I obey the rules they give and I enjoy life with them.
The problem started when one day when I am still in Grade IV. Mother told us something that if you were on my shoes I don’t know how you would feel about it. She told us that she was planning to go abroad in order for us to save money for our future. By my age at that time I do fully understand our family situation. I know that there is growing crisis in the Philippines but there are decreasing employment agencies. My brother that time was still young and cannot fully understand what’s going on with our family. Of course I agreed to mother’s plan and so does father. When mother went to abroad loneliness filled the house.
After few days, things are going just fine, but as days gone by things began to get worst. Father often comes home late and makes so many excuses when we are asking him of where he had gone to last night. He was becoming crazy about his cell phone; he wouldn’t no longer let us touch it. We get punishments if e do so.
During Christmas in 2004, at exact twelve midnight my father received a call. I was curious of who that was because he went out of the house just for the call. Outside I listened to their conversation found out about, the worst thing to happen not just for me but for all those who have their families.
The day after we went to my cousin’s house as the family tradition. My cousin was wondering why I’m shedding my tears, but what could I do I was very speechless and he just let me sleep.
From that day on I hated my father. Even though how hard I try to forget about it I just can’t. I wanted to tell my father how bad he was. I want to shout that I’m so sick of being with him That I don’t want him as my father That I really hate him, that he was the worst father that he was someone that I’m really ashamed of..
Until now I still can’t forget that midnight in December 24, 2004
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