My 81 year old dad calls me at 10:30PM Manila time to discuss the logistics of getting me home from the airport next week. Since I arrive late evening and we live outside Manila, about two hours drive, he suggests I spend the night at my brother’s apartment and send a car to pick me up the next day. Since my brother will be away on a business trip next week, he asked if my sister-in-law can meet me at the airport because he’s not comfortable that his little girl will be in an airport cab alone on a 15-minute ride. What a dad ❤️ I couldn’t fight the tears because I can feel his excitement about me coming home, and I know he’ll be very happy if I lived there with him, but unfortunately I cannot make it happen for him. A lot of pent up emotions are about to pour out in the open in the next two weeks. I’m failing him as a daughter and it kills me.