.michael molina nael.

An almost perfect dad and I couldn't ask for more. I am simply being spoiled by his love and material things also. Often times I ask for worldly things. He gives me what I want. But several times... He couldn't. I ask for material things, (that's me), and asking for those makes me happy... Not because I’m blinded by those shinning and shimmering materials. I’m not that kind of daughter. But to see papa striving and working hard to earn something to give what I want, it melts my heart to see how much he loves me that whenever I ask for something, he will instantly give it to me. I’m happy to have material thing and be called ‘materialistic’... And I’m glad to have a papa like him. I know his not perfect. And I too, am not perfect. Sometimes I accidentally hurt him because of my will of reaching for my goals. It makes me feel selfish. If I could turn back the time, I’ll do everything to please him. I’m not the one (the daughter) he wants me to be. He named me right after his name. But it was I who ruined his reputation. It was I who put him into a delicate situation. I do love him. And I’ll do everything to achieve my goals; I’ll do it for him. He will march with me as I graduate in my high school days next year. He will be my 18th rose in my debut after 2 years. He will put medals on me after completing my college years. And he will be with me as we (mama and I) migrate to New Zealand. Here in my heart... Michael Molina Nael will never be replaced.

between two angels...

there stood in a garden, a child sweet and fair,
watching some fruit hat hang ripening there.
two anxious angels were watching above:
one gazing in hatred, the other in love:
one clothed in black, the other in white.

the child never dreamed that the angels were there.
he just longed for the fruit so rich and so rare.
how i should like that big apple so red,
but forget what my dear mother said,
that doing the things i'm forbidden to do
would make me unhappy and grieve her heart, too.

"take it," the dark angel whispered, "and eat it.
it is not very often you get such a treat.
there is no one to see you and no one to tell."
so up went a hand, it could reach the fruit well.

but the child paused a moment and said as he smiled,
"i'll not be a thief, i'll be a go0d child."
the rustling sound stirred the soft summer air.
one angel was gone but the other was still there.

the angel of darkness had taken its flight.
the child was alone with the angel of light.
in this little story we plainly can see,
an everyday lesson for you and for me:
we can conquer temptations - the angel of night,
if we listen to conscience - the angel of light.

[a story from the goddess of love]