Floral Coin Purse

Purses 

A purse blog on Father's Day? Of course. I cannot seem to run out of Dad stories, all of them my favorites. Here's one to remember my Dad by.

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Some people don't believe in heroes, but they haven't met my Dad.

Dadee is one of my favorite parents. When I obsessed with, wanted or wondered about anything, or thought of a project, he was my go-to person. No and not possible were never options for him.

Thus, for my fixation on my tenth year on an upgraded purse, I went to Dadee.

I entreated him, Bili mo ako ng pitaka. Buy me a coin purse. (BTW, Mie had already said, No.)

The object of my childish desire had been prominently displayed on the front glass case in Kaga's corner tienda store - a 4.5" x 4" floral-print purse with a clasp closure.

I thought it was elegant and classy. Its two separate compartments could hold coins, candy, and other small items.

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At first, he grumbled and lightly coughed, his mouth quirking in a crooked smile.  I could so guess the myriad words on the tip of his tongue that for a minute, I wasn't as sure of my ground.

He shrugged, flashed a sheepish smile, and said with a mischievous grin, What did Mummie say?

When I simply rolled my eyes up, understanding lit his eyes. He gave an apologetic goofy smile, thought for a while, and then...  Yes, he said.

Yes, with a little half-bow, as if he were some sort of man-servant from ye olden times.

I remember stepping into his embrace, unable to say anything because I hadn't been so excited about a Yes since he last said I could join the Girl Scouts.

Everything else that followed is a blur now, but what remains to this day is a warm sense of home filtering through me, making my heart ache sometimes.

The confidence that with my Dad, almost anything was possible.