To My First Love: DAD

           To My First Love: DAD

I have seen my hero struggle

under the weight of family responsibilities.

To others, he might just be a dad—

but to me, he is my superhero.

I respect only a few people in my life:

first, God… and second, my dad and mum.

He is a family man.

In my early days,

I saw this family man working on Sundays—

when others rested at home,

he kept going.

For him, every day was the same.

He would cook our favourite meals,

do household chores,

help Mum with her work,

and so much more.

Then came a turning point—

he was offered a high-paying job in Saudi Arabia.

Everyone was happy—especially him.

He worked there for sixteen long years.

Each year, he’d return home

with bags full of chocolates

and gifts that made our eyes light up.

But the universe had other plans.

He was suddenly diagnosed with a heart attack.

Fighting for his life,

struggling in an ICU unit—

no contact,

no updates.

We prayed.

And God heard us.

He recovered.

And in the month of March,

he came back safely.

To the family man,

the breadwinner,

the quiet warrior—

I say this:

You are my superhero.

My first love: DAD.