Single parenthood
Papi is leaving us. And its not because we are separating or anything. He recently got his dream job of working as a divemaster in a resort in Sipalay, and this means that I will have to be the lone parent for Orrin in the meantime.
Its great that he got the job, he’s been waiting for his chance for close to two years now. And the resort seems to be a great place and run by great people. But sometimes I just can’t help but wish that he got a job in one of the resorts near dumaguete instead.
I know it will be a bit difficult, but I will survive. I am not worried that he will look at other women in the resort–I am more worried about the kind of food that he will be eating there, actually. At least here in the house, I know he eats healthy stuff.
Hay, Papi. I miss you already. I will miss your snores, your swearing when the computer acts up again for the 9th time, your laughter. I will miss having someone who brings me a glass of water when I’m busy working, and hearing your delighted smacks of approval on the dinner I prepared. I will miss my biking partner and my dive buddy, and my motorcycle teacher. Orrin will miss you very very much also. You know he prefers you when it comes to tickling time, because of the facial hair. And he can pull your dreadlocks as much as he wants and you won’t complain, unlike Mami who really doesn’t like her hair getting pulled.
Sige lang ah. It won’t be for long anyway. And we will come and visit you often, of course.
