When I was little, papa would always tell a story before we sleep. We would all gather around him and mama as he would tell stories. Papa’s stories were so amazing, the black car, the garden and the giant, lolo tenyong’s adventures and alamat (Sorry Mama, we know Papa is really better with this). Since Nathan turned 3 I also started to tell stories at bedtime. I would tell stories told by my papa or just read a book.
Yesterday, Nathan borrowed a book at Enopi’s library, The Children’s Book of Faith. I turned the page to know what it’s all about (how can be faith taught to children?) and as I was browsing I found the story I’ve been trying to recall. The Selfish Giant by Oscar Wilde, i read it with tears in my eyes, as I recall how Papa simplified the story to let us comprehend what it is all about.
Papa, thank you so much for all the happy childhood memories. Thank you for not letting us down whenever we want to hear your story, sorry papa, i know i always demanded you to open your eyes whenever you tell a story and because you patiently opened your eyes and animatedly told a story every time I’ve asked you to, I just know I must do the same with my children. I may not be as good as you, but I will still try my best to be better.