I have 2 Fathers, and one celebrated his birthday.

Hi Daddy, this post is late for your special day, sorry I was lazy busy with my work which is getting a bit messy that's why I have to focus. 

I am not referring to my father who is up there in heaven but my brother. He is the eldest and the only boy in a family with four siblings while I am the youngest. As they say, the eldest  heart is closest to the youngest heart. I could say, I am his favorite, or let us assume their favorite. I was born a menopause baby, needless to say, they were all grown up when I arrived. That is a very very satisfying coincidence that made me the apple of the eye of my whole family including aunties, uncles and cousins. I grew up with their eyes focused on me like an eagle. It seems like all my actions are pleasant to their eyes, but I didn't grew up as a brat.  My mother is there to balance it all. What is wrong is wrong and there is a corresponding punishment (just saying).

With the age gap between us, anyone can conclude that he is my father. At an early age, his friends and other people, told me he is father and I grew up calling him "Daddy". Who am I to say no? Children are gullible, right? When he is going to work, he needs to hide so I won't come chase him. He cannot wear his uniform in our house, cause I will scream the loudest cry. 

aren't we such a cutie?

 In all serious thoughts, thank you for everything. All my life it seems like I am grwoing up with 2 fathers (of course, that's our father and you). Like anyone else, you've been so proud with all my achievements and with the 4 of us, I could say we are the childish one. 

I miss pouring cold water unto you when you're taking a bath. The times when I chase you with a broomstick outside the house. The moment you came home drunk before, I told everyone to pretend we're sleeping so no one will open the door for you but you caught me giggling  and in return, you sprayed to me your most nose wrenching perfume. There were nights when I come home from college vacation we sneak out and buy hamburgers and eat them on the terrace. And on my birthdays, you always asks me "Money or Party"  and what do you expect? Of course I go for money.

With my sincerest gratitude for everything,  Happy birthday Daddy.