#HappyFathersDay: Ten Things I Hate About My Dad

I hate the way he puffs his cigar
and the way he drinks his beer
I hate the way he talks
Like a broken record
when he’s drunk.
I hate the sound of his motorcycle
As I catch him leave the house.
I hate it when he plays
Some Kinaray-a songs over the phone
I hate it so much it makes me smile
Not all dads have his taste
I hate the way he always asks
“What dish shall I prepare
for you today?”
I hate it when he hugs me tight
Like I’m still a six year old child
But mostly, I hate the way I don’t hate it
Not even close…
Not even a little bit…
Not even at all…

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