I missed my father so much. He was my best man, my first teacher, my playmate and my best friend. In him I have the freedom to be me. He knew exactly when I am sad; he knew that when I said I am okay it was the opposite. He knew my thoughts even in just a single look. He crafted toys for me. A wooden car, a ball from coco leaves, a wooden toy gun, can telephones, the toys that for me were the most expensive. We used to play in the backyard and went fishing. Everyday was an adventure with him. We used to catch fireflies, harvest mushrooms, and pastor our cows and goats. He got a lot of stories, invented stories. We sat along in the river bank enjoying the flying birds, the running water and sometimes rainbows. We both love serenity. We both love rains.
My father lived a life of perseverance and patience. His life here on Earth was spent loving us completely. In every thing he did it was surely as its best. He wanted excellence. He deserves to be awarded as best father, best farmer, best baker and most faithful husband to my mother. He was very sensitive in every aspect. He knew if a rain is coming, he knew when a drought is coming, he knew if my sister/ brother is coming, he knew if be getting sick. He loves every small detail, like ants, tiny grass with a beautiful flower. I considered him a man of wisdom.
He valued family, he valued honesty, he valued respect and he valued trust. For him, LOVE is a commitment and trust. He thought me to love unselfishly. He thought me to love faithfully. He thought me the value of PURITY. He thought me God. That somebody up there holds every detail of my life.
It’s a wonderful world! A beautiful world, a world of love, of trust, of pure hearts, that’s what I thought. I grew up with that mentality. I grew up in kindness and generosity. THEN MY FATHER LEFT ME.
HE DIED WHEN I WAS IN FORTH YEAR HIGH SCHOOL. I felt so alone, so alone. My sibling got their own family. They have their kids to care and husband to lean on. How about me? My mom was so devastated too. Then I tried to apply every moral I learned from him. Day after day, I realized that the world is not what I expected. It’s not a world of love, of kindness, of trust, of faithfulness but a world of disgrace, a world of unfaithfulness, a world of fear and distrust, a world of hatred and greed. Every broken family I met broke my heart and fails my childhood expectations. All those things I expected and treasured were all but like a dream. The reality is here, a world of frustration and tears.
But I am forever grateful to my father for I experienced such a wonderful world with him and I will always love him. The joy I experienced in my childhood will always lingers and my happy thoughts.
TO MY FATHER, BERNARDO YU GARCIA, I SALUTE YOU. I WILL SURELY PASS YOUR LEGACY OF LOVE TO MY MARCUS BERNARD. I will be a good mommy. You are my inspiration. I will let him experience the love and attention I once had with you.

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