A Father's day post. (sort of)

I rushed into the streets of baclaran along with almost 50 other people, hoping to find a bus for my one-hour ride home. I sat my butt down into the first and only sight of vacant seat I saw. The seats were completely saturated.

Then came a couple with the lady holding a baby/infant (I don't know what you call that), and the guy holding two heavy bags. The person next to me got up, and the lady with the child sat down. I got up to let the father sit next to them, 

and he said "No, no, it's okay." (hindi na, ok lang)

I insisted that he sits, while he insisted that I stay seated. I then went on to command him, 

"Sit next to them!" (tumabi ka na po sa kanila!) in a gentle but nudging kind of way.

He said, "No, really, I appreciate it!" (hindi, ok lang talaga, pero salamat neng). 

Defeated, I sat down next to the lady with the infant, afraid that my arm might accidentally hit her head and cause brain damage with my superior strength.

And then I saw it.

He stood in front of the lady with the infant, and just watched over them. He gently nudged the little girl's cheek while she fell fast asleep in her mother's arms. And he just watched. Protecting them. Looking out for them.

It's a blessing to have a complete and loving family. I smile as I feel the warmth from this loving image. How easy it is to forget when we are being watched over, protected, embraced, and loved by the people who matter.