I remember the time when I was still a kid. Papa used to carry me on his arms to pacify my tantrums.
He even let my head lean on his shoulders while I shed my tears.
Now that I'm not a kid anymore. I'll offer my arms to him whenever he needs help... maybe to the extent of carrying him if necessary.
I would always offer my shoulders for him to cry on when he feels alone.
I'll make sure to always be there just like he did.
there is something about fathers which brings out a certain emotion in most people. they don't become parents in much the same way as mothers do. they're observers at best during those months we were growing inside our mother's wombs. and when we get born, fathers either become who they are in their child's life or not.
the former transformation is always such a blessing to the child born in that family.
reading what you posted underneath your photo tells us, your viewers and readers, that you have a father whose transformation was a blessing to you. and the trust so clearly seen in the photo only goes to support that thought.
the burnt-look treatment of the photo brings out nostalgic memories, too. and makes us all remember our own personal histories.
needless to say, but i will say it anyway, the image you share with us is quite remarkable in its poignancy. and the promise you made under it, reminds all of us to appreciate people who have been supporting us in our growth towards who we are now.
thank you for sharing this. - - purplbutrfly
