Analyn, my child, you need to come home to the Philippines.
But Dad, I have a job here, and I'm enjoying myself.
Analyn, our company needs you.
But Dad, what about my job here in Italy? Dad, I really prefer this career I’ve chosen, I retorted to my dad.
Analyn, I’m begging you. I’m getting old, and I need you to manage our company, my dad pleaded softly.
But Dad, I don’t want to go home yet, and besides, my brother, is there. Let him handle it, I explained stubbornly.
My daughter, please, listen to me. I'm only asking this of you just this once. I was silent at what Dad said; he was always there for me. He followed all my wishes and provided for all my wants. But this is the only thing he’s asking of me, and I can’t give it to him. I feel like such a worthless daughter, but I love modeling, and I don’t want to give it up. Still, I feel guilty about Dad’s request.
