Fathers, in a way, have always been given an unfair fate in our stories.
He’s often not the closest parent. Not the one we run to first. Not the one we think of when we think of comfort.
But we forget, there’s a reason for that distance too.
He was out there, working, earning, holding the weight of the family in silence so the rest of us never had to feel it.
And life just kept moving. The family kept growing. Our needs kept increasing. New phases, new demands, new dreams.
But somehow, it never felt like a burden to us.
Because he made sure it didn’t.
He handled it so quietly, so effortlessly on the surface, that we never stopped to realise how much he might have been carrying underneath.
We forget that he was once just a boy too.
With his own dreams. His own wants. His own version of life he imagined for himself.
But somewhere along the way, he set it aside.
And kept showing up for everyone else.
This Father’s Day, let’s not just say “thank you” like a formality.
Let’s acknowledge the weight he carried without ever asking to be seen for it.
And maybe, finally, let him know—we saw it all along.
Credits : by_pranes on IG
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[Fatherhood, Sacrifice, Family, Gratitude]
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Realisation of the day:
You aren't cruel. It's just any event or any situation via the people around you that make you the one .
So, surround yourself with the good souls and see the change.
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