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27/11/2025

if you’re feeling down, stand up..
if you’re sad chair up!

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16/11/2025

Lagi nalang galit😏🫩

16/11/2025

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16/11/2025

aray ko!

15/11/2025

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15/11/2025

Goodnight, sarap mo kagatin

15/11/2025

Inubos mo na nga dahon ng bulaklak ikaw pa galit!🫩

12/11/2025

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12/11/2025

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11/11/2025

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11/11/2025

The Jacket I Once Hated

When I was ten, I wanted a bike.
Not just any bike – the shiny one parked at the store window that I used to stare at every day after school.

So, when Dad handed me a box on my birthday, my heart raced.
“This is it,” I thought.
Finally.

But when I tore the box open, it wasn’t a bike.
It was a jacket.

“What’s that?” I asked.
“A jacket… for you,” he said, smiling softly.

I remember how my face twisted in disappointment.
“I wanted a bike!” I shouted.
Then I threw the jacket on the floor, ran to my room, and slammed the door.

Dad didn’t say a word.
He just picked up the jacket, folded it carefully, and quietly walked away.

At ten, I thought love was supposed to look like the things I wanted – toys, gadgets, attention.
If I didn’t get what I asked for, I thought it meant I wasn’t loved enough.

But twenty years later, I found an old photo.
Dad, wearing his worn-out sweater.
And me – smiling, warm, wrapped in that same jacket I once hated.

That’s when it hit me.
He didn’t give me what I wanted.
He gave me what I needed.

That jacket was his warmth, his love, his sacrifice.
He gave it to me so I wouldn’t feel cold, even if it meant he would.

Now that he’s gone, it’s not the bike I never got that hurts.
It’s the hug I never gave.
The thank you I never said.
The unfairness of having measured his love by the price of a gift.

Because love isn’t always loud.
Sometimes, it’s silent.
Sometimes, it’s a jacket on a cold day -
a quiet act of warmth you only understand when it’s gone.

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