daddy

My dad amazes me. We are not best friends, and usually cant hold a conversation without some kind of disagreement. Except those lonely conversations at the dinner table, about his past, and how far he has come. He is truly blessed, and he is so thankful. Growing up with 8 other brothers and sisters, a dad that did the work and mom that carried three babies at a time. Leaving his home and family and be the first and only one in his family to travel across the world. Lucky enough to get a visa and stay here, and marry a fly honey and have two daughters. Blessed to get through the hardships of being a first generation Filipino immigrant, enduring racial hardships and tension. Getting a great job he was under qualified for, but led him to success. I am so happy for him, and all his accomplishments. I am so thankful that God gave him all these blessings. When my father talked about God, i always disregarded him and thought that he didnt know what he was talking about, till today. I believe that he has his heart in the right place. He is currently praying for his family in the PI. they are struggling. im not gonna get into detail, but they are in a really bad place in life. My dad is praying, but slipping. He is questioning God, and im so scared that he will lose faith, just like her. I pray that the two strongest people i know strengthen their faith, and learn to let go and let God.