Tito Mike

God, help the Philippines 🇵🇭

Dear Mama,

I used to hate airports.

Because every time we went there…
it meant I had to let you go again.

I remember pretending to be strong when you left.
But the moment you disappeared behind that gate…
I cried on the way home.

I envied kids whose moms attended school programs.
Whose moms cooked breakfast every morning.
Whose moms were there for simple things…
because mine was busy sacrificing in another country.

There were nights I got sick and wanted nobody else but you.
Days I wanted to hear ‘I’m proud of you’ in person…
not through a phone screen with poor internet connection.

And honestly Ma…
sometimes I asked God,
‘Why does my mother have to leave just to give us a better life?’

But now that I’m older…
I finally understand.

Every missed birthday…
was tuition fee.
Every overtime…
was food on the table.
Every tear you hid from us…
was love in its purest form.

You didn’t leave because you wanted to.
You left because you loved us more than your own comfort.

And Ma…
if I become successful one day,
I hope you remember this:

Your sacrifice was never wasted.

Because while other superheroes wore capes…
mine carried a suitcase and boarded a plane. ❤️

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