![]() There were some occasions when people would flinch at the sight of what remained of his right index finger, refusing to let their eyes land on it a second longer. Other people have not been as fascinated as I was. I would ask him a lot of questions: How did the accident happen? What was the machine that chopped it off like? Can he fold it? Will a nail still grow? I can only remember the laugh that would escape his lips preceding the answers I have long forgotten. All because of his friend’s carelessness, Papa lost most of his right index finger.Īs a child, I was fascinated by the absence of the upper portion of his finger. ![]() A diligent worker at the factory, he had no idea he was going to lose a small part of him one day in that very place. Whether he was ambidextrous all his life, he had to give up writing the way he was used to during an accident at the Philippine Daily Inquirer office before I was born. Since birth, I have only seen my father write using his left hand. ![]() They would always liken the daughter to the father, but I preferred to think I was nothing like him. My nose, jaw, and even my stubby toes were like his. Papa was known to have eyes similar to that of a dog. When I came out of the womb, the first thing family friends noticed was how my eyes resembled a puppy’s. People say I look almost nothing like my mother, but everything like my father.
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