I love talking to my father. Knowing that his work is so serious, I make it a point that when we talk, light lang. We’d talk about Lakers, boxing, eating Chinese dishes, cars, dogs etc. No problems or issues. I just want him to feel that his family is different from work.

So anyway, the morning of his birthday, I went to his room and greeted him a happy birthday. I asked him if he’s okay because he has flu. He said that he’s okay. Then I asked him how old is he na. I know it’s early 50’s, but I still said, 60 ba? He said he’s 25 years old na. Bumabata daw.