15/06/2025
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Biologically, the XX chromosome is what is encoded in my genes.
Yet beyond the strands of my DNA, and structure of my inherited code, something within me feels as though I carry that Y โ
the Y that gives essence into my life's whys.
It is not a mutation, but rather a foundation โ a rhythmic sequence in the code of my formation.
Embedded not in error, but in essence.
And to truly decode the complexity of my DNA, is to transcribe and translate the language "Y," which writes itself into the story of my life.
And so, I name the Ys
The Y that knew when to Yield โ to lead with humility, to let my heart lead when the world calls for hardness. You showed me that strength does not always stand tall. Sometimes, it kneels. Sometimes, it bends. I learned that flexibility is not weakness but a wisdom.
The Y that made me Yearn โ not for perfection, but for purpose. To build like you did, with your hands and your heart, and to become the kind of person you showed me how to be.
The Y that took on the Yoke of responsibility โ You carried weight I did not see until I grew older. Wholeheartedly. Strongly. You shouldered burdens so I could grow without them.
The Y that looked Yonder โ You dreamed beyond yourself. You planted seeds for a future Iโm still walking into โ one thatโs bigger, brighter, and rooted in everything you hoped Iโd be.
The Y that said You matter โ Not in loud declarations, but in the small, consistent ways: showing up, staying present, giving time. You taught me that love is often spelled in actions, not words, and that I was worth showing up for.
The Y that held on to Yet โ When I stumbled, when I failed, when I doubted who I was. You believed in the version of me I hadnโt met yet. You reminded me I wasnโt finished. That I was still becoming. You gave me room to grow, and the grace to keep going.
The Y in Your โ Because above all else, I am your child. And that one truth carries more power, more pride, and more peace than any gene could ever give me.
So, where did I get the Y?
Not from the helix of my DNA,
not from the double strands that define me biologically.
I carry the Y not in my chromosomes,
but in my character.
You didnโt pass it down through blood,
you passed it down through being.
And in every why I ask,
the Ys you planted, I unmask.
Your gifts of Ys complete the task.
To my father, I may not carry the Y chromosome,
but I carry the Ys you gave me,
not by biology, but by bond.
Not by science, but by soul.
I carry you โ and every Y โ in the way I live, love, and lead.
I got the Y from you.
Written by Ruby Allein Mallari
Graphics by Arron Tabamo
Layout by Angelo Guting
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