We use to had a happy family...full of love and harmony...that is all i can remember... My father left for greener pastures two- decades ago to california,promising that he'll do everything to raise us in a descent way,but that dream turned into broken promises... He never bother to hear news about us anymore once he'd been there,he believes the lies made by our relatives against my mother...he really never cared at all... We grew up almost on the streets,and that made me tough,tough as an iron as can be that sometimes i feel numb.... My longings for a father never ceases until now...i forgive him for whatever mistakes he had done to me as a son...i wanted to thank him for making me rich despite my poorness..rich in spirit,rich in lifes experiences...and i also had learned the value of a family... And hey! My father is the first winner of "WINSTON SPIRIT OF THE USA" promo in the Philippines.