I am my Father's Daughter

I have time and again written about my close relationship with my father here, and how he is one of the reasons I continue to strive to be able to make trips back to Manila. I am, as previously declared, a Daddy’s girl.

There have been many instances when this relationship has been put to the test, but we always find ourselves back to each other eventually. I am undergoing one such moment right now — and I am caught between making a point and just “letting things slide” so to speak. It’s not a situation I particularly like, but one I have to face and deal with nonetheless.

At the same time, “dealing with it” might actually be best done by just ignoring the hurtful words. It’s not easy taking that route, but it’s the least painful. Again, my choice is to be my father’s daughter.

0 thoughts on “I am my Father's Daughter

  1. I think the best route to take is to let it slide. If you are in the right, eventually your Dad will realize it and he will apologize. When it comes to our parents and especially when they are older, it is more admirable to be magnanimous.


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