Papa

Everyday I wake up thinking about Papa.  I cry thinking how much more I should have done to make his dreams come true.  I live continents away from the Philippines but half of my heart beats for my family that I left there.  Many times I envied friends who made the "American Dream" happen for their parents.   I know Papa would have enjoyed coming back here to relive his younger years.  Would've. Could've. Should've. 

Mama is still here.  And I am shaking to my core thinking ...