January 6, 2004
Papa,
I needed help for my Math homework Papa. I’m not very good at it. I sneaked a peek in your mini office beside your room. You were typing in your laptop. You looked really busy Papa.
I slowly went inside. You told me to knock before I enter. Your voice was cold Papa. I’m really sorry. You asked me what I want. You said you’re really busy. I bowed my head a bit. I was so ashamed.
I asked you if you can help me with my Math homework. You got mad because I was annoying. You made me leave the room. I ran to my room and cried Papa. It’s my fault. I’m not good in Math. I’m stupid. That’s why you’re not proud of me.
I called Alex over for help. He helped me with it Papa and I finally understood the lesson. I promise that I will never disturb you again Papa. I will do my best to understand my lessons. I will make you proud of me.I’m outside your mini office right now Papa. I’ll wait for you to come out so I could tell you how sorry I am.
I remember that memory. I finished working around midnight and I saw her asleep on the hallway. I carried her to bed and tucked her in. I realized that I didn’t kiss her good night.
BINABASA MO ANG
Elizabeth Fern
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