#1 in my heart

I can't believe that it has been 9 months

since papa left us.

3 months to go

and we will be celebrating his death anniversary.

Celebrate?

That is not even the right term.

He reminds me of so much things

specially now that I am in Japan.

Like what I've mentioned in my

previous post,

I always remember him whenever

I go to the playground.

Every time I will be eating noodles,

in my heart I can hear

him saying..

"hurry and eat your noodles

before it gets cold"

Like what he always tells me

when he was still around.

Back in the Philippines,

his home office was next to my bedroom.

Every time he is finished with

his work and go out 

of his home office,

he would be slowly opening my door

and check if I am still awake.

I've been discovering a lot

of unpleasant things about him,

about what he did..

I admit it hurts the hell out of me

but 

he's still my papa

and no matter what,

I always want to be like him.