"DAD, when you come home at night with only shattered pieces of your dreams, your little one can mend them like new with two magic words -- 'Hi Dad!'"
Last October 13, 1999 at 8:57 in the morning, three days after my 26th birthday my child was born -- a very strong boy, with chinita eyes who belted out his first song so loud inside the Cebu Doctors Hospital's nursery room.
If you ever become a father, I think the strangest and strongest sensation of your life will be hearing for the first time the thin cry of your own child. For a moment you have the strange feeling of being double; but there is something more, quite impossible to analyze -- perhaps the echo in a man's heart of all the sensations felt by all the fathers and mothers of his race at a similar instant in the past. It is a very tender, but also a very ghostly feeling...
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