HBD Red Uncle ♥️
My father, in my memory... wasn't a perfect man, sometimes fierce, sometimes complaining like an annoyed old uncle, but what he always made was being there without ever getting away.
I remember that many times when I was in trouble, big or small, my father was always the first to notice that I didn't say anything. He rarely used fancy consolations, but always put his hand in to help sincerely. Maybe it was a late-night drive because I couldn't go home, or just a short question, "Have you eaten?" But every time it made me realize that I wasn't alone.
For me, "Dad" is therefore not just a family-person term, but a symbol of warmth, stability, and love that doesn't have to be said much... is always perceived.
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