Not all Valentine come in envelope..

back in 2010... 
as a teenager, i worked as a service crew at kentucky fried chicken restaurant(kfc), in philcoa,quezon city philippines. 

although philippines nights are supposed to be warm,on this particular february night the brisk wind shrieked through the front door. 

around nine o'clock things slowed down and thats when i started feeling sorry for my self. 

you see, all my friends had gone to the movies, but i had to work until closing. 

i didn't pay much attention to the man who entered the restaurant. 

a flurry of leaves followed him in. the sound of wailing wind fell silent as the door shut itself. 

i busied myself arranging tissue. 
suddenly my co-worker grabbed by arm. 

"this is really creepy", she whispered, 
"but theres a man in white moustache over there who said he wouldn't eat here unless youre the one get his order" 

i swallowed hard "is he a wierdo?" 

"see for your self",she said. 

we carefully peered through the decorative foliage at the mysterious man in the corner. slowly he lowered his hands revealing thin, white hair, brown eyes,and a wide grin beneath his white moustache. he lifted his hand and waved. 

"that's no wierdo! " i said. 
"that's my dad!" 

"you mean he came to see you at work?" my co-worker balked. 
"that's pretty strange, if you asked me". 

i didn't think it was strange. i thought it was kind of neat. but i didn't let dad know that. poor dad! i acted so nonchalant, rattling off the soup of the day and scribbling down his order before anyone could see him squeeze my elbow and say, "thanks,my princess". 

but i want you to know something---i never forgot that night. 

his being there said a thousand things to me. as he silently watched me clear tables, i could hear his unspoken words bouncing off the walls: 

"i'm here. i support you. i'm proud of you. you're doing a great job. keep up the good work. you're my girl. 
i love you." 

that's the best valentine i received that year... :D