Papa,
Kamusta po?I know it's been ages since the last time I talked to you, but I always remember you, and I get emotional everytime.
I have so many things I wanted to say to you when you're still here but didn't get the chance to, and I'm sorry for that.
I'm sorry I didn't want to stay longer at the hospital that time, (you know I'm creeped out being in a hospital right?) have I known that was your last day I would have stayed with you until your last breath. I'm sorry I haven't been the best daughter. I think I couldn't do that. I was hardheaded, still am actually, but I'm trying to be more understanding now. I hope you could be proud of me.
I just want you to know that I envy those people who still have their father. I pity those who take them for granted, for they could only know their value when they are gone.
I wish you are still here. Telling us what we should do and what we shouldn't. I wish you could be strict with us girls telling us not to date until we reach a certain age. I wish you could be there when we graduated, when my siblings got married, when we had our first jobs and when we received our first paycheck. Most of all I wish you could be in the house when we come everyday.
I miss you. I think I'm gonna miss you for the rest of my life. The pain we felt when you leave didn't go away. We just learn how to live with it, and it has been so long since then.
I love you. I would forever be your stubborn little girl. I hope your proud of me.
Love,
Your favorite daughter
