Who do you want to be when you grow up? Like the simple man.

Day 2 of #100daysofwritinghonestly for #the100daysproject

The dreams I still have:

1. Create a family and have dinner with them each night.

2. Travel the world. Solo, with a friend, with my family, with the love-of-my-life — whatever works. Study abroad, even.

3. Find the job I don’t mind waking up early everyday for. Or a job where leaving isn’t synonymous to relief.

4. Make a difference in someone’s life.

5. Know and understand love. Find someone to love, and be able to forgive him and myself when we mess a good thing.

I thought I’d have more, but surprisingly I don’t. Of course I wish to ride a hot air balloon one day and travel Disney Up-like. But the dreams I really want to do — the ones I am thinking of constantly each day and night, at the back of my head — that’s it.

My dad is a simple man. Although he already owns a thriving hospital, and everyone knows and respects his name, I still see him as my simple dad. The dad who likes to watch TV when he gets home. He calls me from my room, I go to their bed, and cuddle right in the middle of mom and dad. Even now I’m older, I know they still prefer to have me there between them.

We say a little prayer when we have a meal together. And he does little things like offer to drive me to the station when he catches me about to go out in the morning.

What I’m saying is I love my dad. And if there’s anyone I want to be when I grow up, it’s to be (somewhat) like him: successful, with a growing business, able to take trips here and abroad, but still find the joy in little things like family dinners, and just backyard drinking session with his friends.

He doesn’t really ask for much. Just a home cooked meal on his birthday. He gives us each of his kids 1000 pesos and asks us to make him each a meal on his birhtday every year. Never mind that I don’t cook or that my brothers only know hotdog and noodles. Sometime, effort means so much more than cash or material things.

I want to be able to own a thriving business someday too. And have good relationships with my kids and husband. And a job I don’t mind sleeping because of.

I don’t really say this much to him, but he’s my role model. I love him.

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