I sat on the chair next to dad's bed. I was holding his hand tight no matter how much I know he wanted me to let go already. I was so worried about him that I don't care if he gets mad at me for holding his hand.
"Who told you?" his voice was the usual cold. Tinikom ko ang bibig ko at marahang tumitig sa kanya. Earlier, he was surprised to see me that he burst out crying with me. Dama ko sa naging higpit ng yakap niya ang pananabik at pagmamahal sa akin. My dad loves me! Sobrang saya ko nang lubusan iyong nadama.
But he was used to keeping his feelings to himself that he had managed to quickly composed himself. He cleared his throat and slowly let go off me. Naupo ako at hindi umalis sa kabila ng pag-ilag niya. I'm so thankful right now to see he is okay. Pero hindi ako mapapanatag hangg
