Come Valentine's Day, there are people who have certain aversion for this day lambasting that it was merely created for its commercial aspect. Making people spend money stupidly on chocolates and roses or other romantic expenses. But whether it is true or not, I personally don't mind this extra day on our calendar celebrating love. And to honor this event I would like to share with you this heart-warming story of love quite timely for this upcoming day. Nothing goes well with the sweetness of a story like this it but a serving of this heart-shaped chocolate and fig cinnamon rolls. This is an adaptation of the recipe for chocolate cinnamon rolls from Global Gourmet (recipe here) and I am sending this to Zorra's Valentine blog event: Home-made edible heart.
I have a good friend who grew up hating his dad. He had always told us that his dad have always loved his elder brother more than him. It was a simple sibling childhood jealousy that grew with him as he matured. He had completely cut the ties with him. He refused his dad's presence during his wedding and he didn't allow him too to see his grandchildren with him. A hatred so strong that he didn't show up when his dad got sick and not even the day of his funeral made him changed his mind. He didn't try to search for the answers. He kept his anger and never forgave him. All these years her mother told him, that his father loved him so much and if ever he had this impression it is never true.
One day he got a message from his older brother that their mother was rushed to the hospital. Their mom wanted absolutely to see him. She knew her time was up. So on her dying bed she revealed to him what he wanted to know eversince: the truth.
"I vowed to your father that I will never tell our secret, but I cannot die in peace knowing that you are carrying a grudge to your father." The truth is, I was molested and rape when I was young. But when I discovered that I was pregnant, I knew that fleeing the province was the only way to escape the judging eyes of the people. After all I already disgraced my parents and my family. I was already five months pregnant when I met your dad. He was a taxi driver. It was about twelve in the evening when he saw me lying in the dark street of the city. Restless, penniless and nowhere to go, I was desperate for any help that will come my way. Your father offered me help because he knew I needed it. He invited me to come with him to his house. He was living with her mother. And they were really nice to me. They fed me and I told them my story. I told them I wanted to get rid of the baby I was carrying, because it is the source of all my problem. But he told me that the baby is a blessing. He volunteered to take care of all the expenses and offered me to live with them. Your father was a very caring and a loving person. We fell in love eventually and decided to get married even before I gave birth to your older brother. When I gave birth, he told me that he will claim him as his own and will love him as his own. Your dad made me promise that we will keep this a secret for he doesn't want people to discover about my past. Your father loved both of you so much and he told me to tell you that for all the things that you have done and not done, he has forgiven you."
It was Valentine's day he discovered the truth: the heroism and unconditional love of his dad.
Happy Valentine's Day to all!!