All my life my dad has been the one taking care of me and my siblings since my mom passed on. At times I just sit back to watch him, how he struggles and still finds a way to smile, just to ensure I don't feel my mom's absence. He doesn't have much, but he uses the little he has to make sure I never lack the basics of life.
I have seen that he's really tried for me more than words can ever describe. There were nights he stayed awake thinking of how to provide, days he skipped his own needs just so mine could be met. And now that I’m grown, I understand the weight he carried alone.
Sometimes I ask myself if I will ever be able to repay even half of his sacrifices. But one thing I’m certain of is this: he deserves the best. He deserves comfort, joy, peace, and the rest he never had the chance to enjoy. And as I work hard, shoulder responsibilities, and strive to support him back, I do it with pride because he truly deserves it.
