By Heidi Lyn O. Veran
The author is a 22- year-old resident of Muntinlupa City. She dedicates this letter to her father and to all other fathers.
When I was still in my mother’s womb, you set your plans for me. When I was born into this world, you had such high hopes for me just like you did for my other siblings. The first time you held me in your arms you felt your first bliss as my father. You called me your little star, for my eyes were big, round, shining and smiling. You would rock me to sleep, humming your gentle songs, while looking at me and dreaming about what I would become someday. You always said, ‘There’s my child,’ with your proud smile.