God works in mysterious ways.
This details how God works in mysterious ways. This is a story about Momi Berlin and her father. I haven’t seen him for a long time, and I hope and pray that in time, we will see each other again.
Our first hello
26 years ago.
My mom and I were eating at Jollibee. Then my mom bumped into an old friend. I later learned that that old friend was a cousin-in-law. The cousin relayed to my mother that her father-in-law was in a hospital. She invited my mom to visit the old man.
We went with her to the hospital. There was a young man by the bedside of the much older man. Then my mom instructed me to take the hand of the younger man. “Mag bless ka sa kanya.”
I obliged. Then the gentleman and I talked. He asked me so many things. Then he told me, “I am your father.” All along, I thought my dad was dead.
Welcome home, daddy
four years ago.
He called me one Saturday evening – 10:41 pm. He sounded so bothered and depressed. He asked me to meet him the following day at Cubao as early as I can be.
We picked him up at Cubao at around 8 am. Had breakfast with the kids and went back home.
I cooked lunch and together, we had our first lunch ever. After, we drank brandy and red wine. The kids challenged him to play Game of the Generals, Monopoly, and Uno Stacko. They had fun, and their laughter was so deafening.
We talked for almost the whole day. He mentioned he never eats during dinner. I fixed him a bowl of vegetable salad to eat. He took the bait.
He seemed tired. After a few minutes, he excused himself and retired for the night.
I haven’t seen him for years. I grew up without him by my side. He hadn’t seen my first smile nor heard my first word. I haven’t spent any of my birthdays with him. He wasn’t even by my mother’s side when I was born. He hadn’t seen me gave birth thrice, too.
He hadn’t spent his entire day with me when I was a kid nor with my boys. Now, they play, laugh, eat together, and talk. The kids call him daddy lo.
I had a work commitment thus needed to report at the office. As I bid farewell to my loved ones, I saw Second son and my dad sitting by the gate. They seemed to be discussing something. It was such a lovely sight I was too timid to take a picture. I might spoil everything.
Whatever reason he had for staying with us, I thank God. Whatever his reason was for seeking refuge in our humble abode, I was truly thankful. God gave me the chance to be a daughter to a father I hardly know. And the opportunity it gave for my kids and husband to know him was equally beautiful.
I knew then he would return to his house very soon. But for the meantime, we wanted him to feel really at ease.
Welcome to our life, daddy
* Daddy came Sunday morning (March 31, 2012). He left Thursday morning (April 5, 2012) to spent Holy Week with his other relatives. He promised to be back soon. He asked that I excuse myself from work last Monday (April 2) and Tuesday (April 3), but I didn’t. I promised him though that I will spend my Wednesday with him. And forever, I will treasure that Wednesday experience with him. And I am positive there will be more Wednesdays to come that I will get to spend with him.
Devoted. Compassionate, Instinctive. Berlin loves to write personal narratives, thrilling discoveries, and mommy tips that make daily living the happiest. She shares the small house with her husband and their five boys.