I love my father.
I always did.
Here is a picture of us at Boracay from when I was a child, apparently sleeping, or rather passed out in his arms. It must have been warm. I remember looking at the cassette tapes from our stays in the Phillippines. It was great. One memory which is especially strong is the boat rides. My father jumped from the top of a hollowed out island into the water. At the time, I saw it as a feat of bravery. There are sharks in those waters! And the drop was great! Should he have landed on top of a shark it might have died from the impact!
My father has always been a strong father for me to look up to. He truly is a great man!
Happy days...Happy days indeed.
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