I WANT A GRANDPAPAA.

I was on the train to church for prayer meeting. At Novena, an old man came in and stood in front of me. He was gaunt and was in a simple white shirt and long pants. He had a kindly, humble look.

Without hesitating, I offered my seat to him. He smiled a sincere, grateful smile, which momentarily made me feel warm and fuzzy inside. It was a such a different smile.

So I stood in front of him and continued reading my book.

Suddenly, from the side of my eye, I saw him trying to get my attention. He gently pointed at a seat, beaming sincerely at me, gesturing me to sit down because there was an empty seat behind me.

At that moment, I don't know why, but I was moved. I sat down and mouthed a thank-you to him with a smile. It was a warm moment. I felt a kind of grandfatherly tender love which was beyond words.

I never had a grandfather because both my grandpas passed away when my grandmothers were merely in their 30s.

I could imagine my paternal grandfather lavishing his affection on both my sis and me. From what my nainai told me about him, I knew that he was a generous and responsible father to my dad and his brothers. He was a Christian and I can imagine him holding my hand and walking a young little me down the steps of the church if he was alive.

But this has never happened.

I love both my grandmothers. They are godly women and I really respect them but it's just different if I were to have a grandpa.

I never had a grandpa, and I would want a wise and loving one. One who would share his great adventures with me, teach me the mysteries of the world and show me the ways of the Lord in a fatherly way.

Perhaps that is why God is called to be our Heavenly Father, to fill in this void in my life.