Excitement is high among fans of the best-selling book "Rivers and Roads" as the first trailer for the upcoming movie adaptation was released today. Set to hit theaters next month, the film promises to bring the beloved characters and gripping storyline to life. The trailer has already received rave reviews from critics, with many praising the cast and the faithful adaptation of the book. Fans of the book are eagerly awaiting the release, counting down the days until they can see their favorite characters and scenes come to life on screen.
Garry, my friend, couldn't contain his excitement when he saw the news on the screen. His eyes lit up, and he clapped his hands eagerly, clearly thrilled by the prospect of the movie adaptation.
"Nakita mo 'yun?" he exclaimed. "They finally released the trailer!" his voice filled with anticipation.
A small smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I watched the news article on the television, my eyes glued to the screen. My hand idly petted Cleo, my cat, who was perched on my lap, her soft fur comforting and familiar.
My phone suddenly vibrated on the table beside me, indicating that someone was trying to reach me. I glanced at the screen, curious to see who was calling, and picked up the phone, wondering if it was important.
"It's Dad."
My smile widened as I saw the name that popped up on my phone screen. I felt a pang of both excitement and surprise at his sudden call.
Garry's eyes widened, and a proud smile spread across his face when he heard the name of the caller. I quickly excused myself, my heart racing with anticipation, and answered the call, eager to hear my dad's voice.
I walked out to the balcony, wanting to find some privacy for my call. The cool evening air hit my face, refreshing and calming, as I leaned against the railing, my nerves kicking in. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the conversation, before pressing the answer button on my phone.
"Dad..."
His familiar voice came through the phone, warm and steady.
"I saw the news just now."
Dad's voice perked and I could almost sense the smile in his tone as he responded.
"I am so proud of you, anak..."
A wave of emotion swept through me as Dad's words hit me. His pride and genuine admiration made me feel a mix of honor and gratitude. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat, trying to keep my voice steady.
"Thanks, Dad. That means a lot to me."
Dad's tone shifted as he asked about my life, his voice filled with concern and care. "So, how are you doing? Kumusta ang anak ko?" he inquired, his words warm and interested.
I gave Dad a run-down of the things going on in my life—my work, the industry I was in, and my friends. I told him about the highs and lows, sharing everything from funny stories to moments of frustration. Dad listened intently, offering his advice and support when needed, just as he always did.
I glanced at Garry sitting on the sofa, munching on his popcorn, and I chuckled as Cleo, jumped onto the sofa beside him. Garry's expression turned to one of disgust, and he tried to shoo the cat away, moving further away from it. Cleo, as usual, was oblivious to Garry's dislike, and she continued to lounge around comfortably.
"How's life in Canada, dad?"
Dad's voice turned a little nostalgic as I asked about life in Canada. He sighed softly before he replied.
"Life here's good, kiddo, and I miss you a lot. I miss your mom"
Hearing Dad's words, my heart stirred with a mixture of joy and wistfulness. Life in Canada seemed to be treating him well, which brought me comfort. But somehow there was longingness in both of us when he mentioned my mom.
