“Study well,” he said. “People notice knowledge before anything else.”
We were poor—my mother a farmer, Tatay a laborer—but I excelled. When I placed third in a district math contest, I sprinted home with the certificate. He held it gently. “Third place,” he said softly.
“It’s just third. First place went to the mayor’s son,” I muttered.
“He has tutors, good food, his own room. You have dried fish and a small lamp. Third for you is worth more than his first.”
Years later, when I passed the university entrance exam in Manila, Tatay quietly sold his only motorbike to pay for my first year.
“I have legs,” he said. “And jeepneys.”
I carried his sacrifices through college and graduate school—counting coins while classmates traveled, wrestling with self-doubt while he silently cheered me on.
During one visit home, I saw him beneath a scaffold, shoulders sagging from lifting concrete. He noticed me watching and grinned.
“When I feel tired,” he said, “I remember why I’m up there. Someone needs the building. Someone trusts me. Today, anak, you do your part.”
On the day of my thesis defense, Tatay wore a borrowed suit, a faint crease still from the market. He rode the bus at dawn, too proud to miss it.
After I finished, the professor approached him. “You’re Mang Ben… aren’t you? Thirty years ago, you saved a man from a fall. Injured yourself, but you didn’t stop.”
Tatay blinked. “Just doing my job.”
“No,” the professor said, voice catching. “You did more than your job. You built the foundation for this scholar.”
The auditorium erupted. Tatay cried. I cried.
I became a professor, teaching students from the same dirt roads I once walked. Tatay now tends his tomatoes, naps in the afternoons, finally rests his hands that once carried our family forward.
“Strange,” he says. “I built houses for everyone else. Never thought I’d have one of my own.”
“You built more than a house, Tatay,” I tell him. “You built a life.”
Success has many fathers, but I only needed one.
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