Daddy’s Little Girl
I remember waking up to the smell of eggs, sausage, white rice, and pop’s legendary home cooked corn beef; a typical Filipino breakfast. As I got out of bed, I found pops hard at work in the kitchen and mom at his side serving the meal for us to eat. Excited to see him, I ran to his side grabbed him and gave him the biggest hug possible. However, my mom wasn’t too happy with pop’s corn beef because it left a significant aroma that lingered throughout the house. Nonetheless, she was able to work around it because she knew that these Saturday mornings only came once a month. My father is a firefighter who is constantly sacrificing his life to better someone else’s. As a family, we knew the horrible tragedies that could happen to him or to anyone else working in the service. I learned to cherish every minute spent with my father, and learned how to cherish our relationship.
With the turnout of events that occurred in the matter of seconds, we soon found out that he would be gone for a longer period than normal. It was a Tuesday morning and my dad received a call from his captain requiring him to take part in fighting the fires down South in the LA County. I remember sitting next to him telling me he would be gone for a weekend. As sad I was, I was also scared for him. I knew his job required sacrifice, and I knew I wouldn’t see him for a couple of days. I knew that even though it was only one weekend, I still understood the dangers he would be facing. He gave me his blessings and was off to do his duties. The weekend passed and my dad was nowhere to be found. I didn’t know exactly how to handle the situation so I tried to handle his absence by drawing pictures of when he would return. By simply staying busy, practicing for basketball, or helping my mom around the house, I started to question my mom about his disappearance. She didn’t have to say a single word for me to understand how scared she was. My mom found it in...
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