Dad, Love and Us

Keeping you good thoughts this special day of our number one superhero...

 For all the previous birthdays, achievements in your entire life, your decades of fidel years of marriage with the woman you sworn off before Him to spend the rest of your breaths with, may the One up there has you a bestowal you most deserve.
I come to this phase of my timeline arraigned in this sheet of paper.
Seldom do we have lavish feast as you have taught us living life in utmost below our means, everything in low key. Never did we spoke up against you for you instilled in us about the Seventh Commandment. Parties and extra-curricular activities were always of reluctance for you have warned us about the tendencies of juvenile delinquencies. These things were stashed in my basket of second-to-second reminders when I was out in the world. Along the course since childhood to finding freedom – my own means of making up for my living. I admit I cried bloody tears because of your disposition as father. This had been my drama. Yes, I thank my friends, so with my acquaintances who simply had been nice to me, uncircumstantially or circumstantially.
Dad, no ingrate human being with all that you are is me biologically though some parts of me are re-grown physiologically. You may not be the highest idealistic stance of paternity. There is this heart of the fullest gratitude that belongs to me. There will never be a complete bulleted enumeration but somehow I came up with the following:

 <3 You are the sweet Dad that I know. You remember our every birthday though not always said with greetings or ice cream.

 <3 You are the romantic hubby to Mom. Momma acts giddy before us when you come close to her and grab her... You spew sculpting words -- be in your workplace or at home. I remember one time when Bogart, our long-haired mongrel housemate was driven out of the house in a screech by your sudden rage. Leave it to your  work where your fellow teachers' promotion are being cared of. May your predecessors and people you meet along the way be something that goes with the opposite of being reactive at the fit of your provocation... You are one minimalist... You are one naturalist...







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