It's great to see our kids playing at home. After a little while, the kids were arguing with each other. I got irritated with the noise. I shouted, scolded them.
So angry that by the time I left home for the meeting, I said to my kids, no hugs, no goodbye kiss. Then, I left.
I broke the rules. We taught our kids to hug, to kiss, to say I love you every time we go out from the house. I broke the ritual.
Riding a motorela going to the meeting the angry feeling that consumed me, slowly subsided.
And I realized, I was wrong. I hurt my kids and myself.
At the meeting. I can't focus, I'm not at ease. I can't listen well. I asked myself, what if I die now? What if I die on the road going home after the meeting? It will not be a good ending story between me and my kids. It will not be a happy ending.
Right then, I pulled out my cellphone and called out our kids at home and said sorry to them. Sorry mga anak, papa was wrong. Forgive me, I love you.
After our conversation over the phone, I felt relieved, I felt light from the heaviness I was carrying from my wrong action.
I realized, I was not only hurting my kids but I was also hurting myself. I can't move on, I can't focus because of what I did.
Friends, it's not too late to say sorry. It's not too late to say sorry to your love one, to a dear friend.
Nurture the relationship. Nourish the love.
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