I was in first year college when Tatay gave it to me, but I lost it, not even able to use it for one day. He handed it to me before I went to back the city.
How I lost it, was vague. Maybe I just misplaced it in one of my envelopes, together with some of my documents, belongings, and senseless stuffs, or left it while riding in a bus.
But this noon, while searching for my grades to fill up the evaluation form I am to submit on the next day, a thing fell when I get the plastic envelope inside the messy cabinet. It was a small, black, shiny and rectangular. I found it! It was what Tatay gave me two years ago—a music player.
I can still remember when every time I return home, he used to ask me about his gift. I just tell him that I leave it in my boarding house. My papa and sister also did, but I just confidently said that it’s kept in me, and stored with more songs.
I checked it, very clear and identical, the songs are truly ‘Tatak Tatay’—those from The Eagles, Scorpions, Firehouse, Queen, Deep Purple, Bon Jovi, Elvis Presley, Elton John, Roxette, Rod Stewart, Danity Kane, and more of the 70s and 80s.
At home, I often heard him singing the songs of those bands and icons, and those were what he always play on the CD or DVD player. That’s why we are influenced to sing the kinds also.
Now, I have nothing to hide. The next time I go back home, I will confidently show them that the mp is alive, and promise, I’ll take care of it, Tay!