I had a heart to heart talk with my dad today. After having a nice lunch at Greek Tavernas in Tagaytay, we went home and my dad called me to his office.
I was a little apprehensive at first since I knew it would be about my not quite so stellar grades. But it turned into a much greater lesson in life.
He talked to me about hardwork, that while he will always be there to support me while still alive, he won’t be there for me when he’s gone. And that’s why I have to learn to stand on my own two feet. He reminded me that I have to be responsible for my actions, and that there will always be consequences.
He told me to find nice friends, to learn the German meaning of the word “FRIEND”, which is a deeper sense of friendship, not the literal translation.
In his own words: “The English term for friend is nothing. Now the German meaning of friendship is something really special. Look at me and my friends. More than 50 years of German friendship.”
He asked me about Tristan. “I liked him, he was a nice guy,” my dad said. “What happened between the two of you?” I told him it was nothing. I couldn’t bring myself to say that we’ve no communication anymore. Maybe because I’ve always prided myself in always keeping touch with long lost friends. Even I can’t fathom why we aren’t friends. That’s just life I guess. My dad just read in my eyes what my lips couldn’t say. “We just didn’t work out.”
He talked to me about boys:
“Never depend on anyone, especially a man. Make something out of yourself, so that you can kick a guy on his ass”
“Don’t listen to what boys say. They can tell you many things when the day is long.”
“Everybody makes mistakes. Just don’t make mistakes that harm you.”
“Always take care and be careful.”
“Find a nice guy whom you like and likes you back. Don’t go for trouble making boys”
“Always do a background check on boys. Think more than twice” (haha!)
We talked about food. A mundane thing for conversation, perhaps, but fun nevertheless.
Since I had Psari Skaras at Greek Tavernas, my dad complimented my about my taste in food. We even talked about wine, since I am his only drinking partner in our family. We bond over Greek White wine, which is simply “Première Classe!”
Through our heart to heart talk, my dad just proved to me again how much he loves me. I’m so so blessed to have him as my father. He could have given up on me during all those times that I just gave him disappointments. But instead he supported me during my darkest days. I will forever be grateful.
