A couple of days ago, Speedy and I were watching a TV program on Bio Channel about a man and his daughter who were reunited after many, many years. The father and his wife separated when the girl was just a toddler, both eventually remarried, and the mother refused to allow any contact between father and daughter. The mother even went to the extent of having the girl’s surname changed by having her legally adopted by her second husband.
It wasn’t only until the girl turned 18 and was looking for work and she was finally confronted with her birth certificate that she learned that her father was someone else. She hired a professional to search for her father. When the father was found, he relayed how he had sought to reach out to the girl years ago but the mother wouldn’t let him. Even gifts sent by his sisters, the girl’s aunts, were always returned unopened.
I commented that it must have been a very bitter separation to make the mother react that way. And all those years too. But what caused the separation was never revealed and I suppose that was really irrelevant insofar as the TV show was concerned. The only goal was to reunite father and daughter.
In a pensive mood, Speedy asked, “Paano kung may anak pala ako bago tayo nagkakilala… ano gagawin mo (What if I had another child before we met… what would you do)?”
I replied, “Una muna, sasampalin kita (First, I’d slap you).”
Before I could say ‘Then, I will throw you out’, he shook his head and said, “Hindi, hindi. Hindi ko alam dati eh. Ngayon ko lang nalaman (No, no. I didn’t know before. I just found out).”