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The most painful aspect of returning to one's hometown is when the reason for going home is no longer present. Home is not just a place but a feeling tied to specific people or experiences.

Way back then, I told myself that if I rode an airplane, it would be a happy memory. It's my first time, yet I never imagined that it would be so opposite and never thought that it would be in a deeply painful way. It's so painful that I will see you this way, Dad. We have many disagreements, and I know you have a lot of shortcomings to me, but I know deep inside your heart you're praying and rooting for me to have a good life.

Despite not being there for me all the time, I know that you love me the way you love my siblings. In the short period of time that I was with you during my teenage years, I felt your sincere affection and care for me throughout the brief time I spent with you as a teenager. You brought me to my mother's side despite our disagreements and made sure I would be safe. I can still clearly recall how you protected me from the broken glass in the window after the accident that occurred on the bus on our route to Manila. I still remember how you washed my clothes and cooked for me.
Thank you dad. I love you so much. I'm sorry that it's too late. I didn't tell you when you were still here. I'm so sorry, and I'm so guilty for that.
Fly high, Dad; I will cherish you forever.