Dad,
Hello there!
You've been frequenting my dreams again, really it is alright but here's my deal: maybe we should cook up themes that are tad less scary?
Apparently, your frightening visits are well-timed for the Halloween but my guess is that you're on for a haunting spree in my dreams.
I did not really mean to make mom cry. Understand that 'bread winning' is not exactly the most promising career path. I am complaining, yes, but I'm not the type who peters-out from his obligations.
I hope that rests you in peace.
Since today is supposedly your day (along with the many who have gone to their rest in the hope of rising again), I wish you a rokin' and rollin' time.
Dreaming of your divine pinapaitan & heavenly (pardon the pun) dinuguan,
Bryan
P.S.
I travelled a bit and have dined on expensive and cheap tables alike and I'm proud to say that you remain to be best cook in the whole world!
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Labels: Open Letters
im feeling your emotions, really.
oh well, the best you can do for your dad is to take care of your mom and your family. and im glad youre doing great at it.
just bloghopping. might as well be back here, you have such lovely posts.