DEAR DAD

DEAR DAD

    Any man can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a dad. Mine is someone like that. Even better, he wasn't my dad but he was my appa. Appa has always taught me that true love came from little tears and lots of happiness. I don't remember when was the first time I addressed him that way but I am very sure it made him happy. Being a father of five girls, he knew how to make each of us fall in love with him differently. I fell in love with him at every different stage of my life.
   One of it happened when I was 2. It might sound ridiculous how I remember something that happened when I was that small. Trust me it is possible. So, back then being an active kid I took the seed of an asam boi and stuffed it effortlessly into my nostril deeply and wandered around happily until my parents noticed that there was a disturbing smell coming out of my nose. They had no choice but to take me to the ENT specialist. The doctor informed them that a minor surgery was needed to remove it. My appa held me strong in his arms and looked at the doctor like a helpless little puppy asking him to be soft on me. His tears dropped all over me when I screamed my lungs out when the doctor injected me with anaesthesia to make me lose my awarenesses. I laid there in his arms sleeping peacefully and my sisters told me how he walked out of the ward crying his heart out despite the fact that this will never put my life in danger. I am not sure if any men in this world would cry for a girl who is healthy just having a slight breakdown. That alone defines a small part of my appa.
    Moving on to the second stage of when I fell in love again with him. I was 5 and my mother prepared me all dressed up in a suit of light blue colored uniform. So I set off happily with him to a nearby kindergarten. The entire journey to the kindergarten, he said a lot of things to me which I do not remember. After registering me, he left me in the classroom and walked out crying. Yes. Crying. It is still fresh in my mind how he walked out quickly out of the classroom so I don't see his tears. Little did he knew, I saw him wiping his eyes and walking away worrying how his little girl is now grown enough to go to school. The moment he left the kindergarten compound, I started my orchestra of tears. I started crying until I see him again to pick me up. He carried me in his arms when the teacher complained that I cried without a pause. The very next day, I cried from home itself. He spent the next two weeks sitting with me in my classroom accompanying me. One fine day, he made up his mind and came up to a decision that I would be able to rock the lower primary without entering kindergarten and he stopped me from going to kindergarten. That action there, made me realize how much my dad trusted my capabilities that he was ready to make me skip the basics and jump straight to the next level. What else can be better for a girl than having a father who trusts her and not the norms of the society?
   I fell in love all over again when I saw the way he treated my mother. It was one of the days I was coming back from school. I had a very annoying habit of yelling, "Amma!!" the moment I entered the house. That particular day, I saw dad's car was already at home. I got into the living room and he walked to me quickly and whispered I heard almost nothing, "Amma is sick. She has fallen asleep after taking her medicines. I will get you food or the two of us can go out and eat. Just don't wake her up." At that age, I was not aware that my father was setting standards for the man who will be my partner. Now I do.
    I was more than sure that I wanted a loving and supporting man like him when I got back home for my semester breaks and I was sitting around with him in the living room. Since I had a joyful character, it was effortless for him to find out if something was bothering me. So he came up to me and asked what was pricking my mind. I had nothing to hide and so I told him how badly I have done my exams and that I would fail some of it. He did something very simple that I promised myself that I will never say this to him ever again. He placed his palm on top of my head, and easily said, "it is okay. You know I am not going to scold you. You can try again maybe come up with a better result next time. I am quite sure you won't fail. Even if you fail, it is just a stepping stone. What is life if you don't have a few failure stories that you can laugh about with your kids?" I smiled at him and hugged his arm. Deep in my heart, I knew what I said was bothering him and he was just trying to make me feel better despite being typical and scolding me.
   He is someone who will never be tired of having me sleeping next to him even when I kick him all night long in my sleep until now(23 years old). Someone who checks and cleans my eyeliner if it ever gets smudged. Someone who has taught me how to drift in the middle of the road in case of emergencies and taught me to drive a forklift saying girls can do anything. Someone who has pulled my head into his shirt covering me so I don't get my head wet in the rain when crossing roads. Someone who would prescribe multiple medicines after knowing that I am suffering migraine and blocked nose like he has a medical degree himself(it worked almost all the time). A true lover, a fighter, my motivation and most importantly, MY APPA.

ANONYMOUS,23

HOW MY APPA SAYS, ‘I LOVE YOU’

 I can see the loving glow that can only come from absolute, unconditional love. It is not the love he have for his wife, siblings, friends or parents. It is a love that he have for his children. For me, he is my first love. The great superhero of my life, Mr V. Ravichandran. He used to say that the love between him and his children makes him stronger, weaker, braver and filled with more fear that he ever thought possible. This is a story of my Appa. He is a father who would do anything for me. It is something unique and hard to interpret. His sacrifices were beyond everything. Whenever I was sick, he did everything just to make me feel good. Whenever, I desperately wanted to join any contest, the expenses become unbearable. All he wanted is for  his daughter to gain more experiences and face more challenges. Every time I was getting ready to leave home to UKM by train, he purposely untie my hair (which I tied nicely) and he will comb it back. I don't understand why, but for me, it's cute! Maybe he is going to miss me at that moment. And yeah, my Appa works as factory bus & van transport driver. He owns few vans and a bus. He did everything he could to support the family even when he is suffering from several diseases. I still remember it was my first semester in matriculation college (Kolej Matrikulasi Selangor). I had cultural shock from the new education system, new environment etc. I began to call home almost every day. It became a habit for me. And guess what. Appa and I continued to have those bare bones dad-and-daughter phone conversations everyday (once I woke up and before go to sleep) until I unofficially graduated from UKM. He knew how to never let me miss him. Appa rarely said "I Love You" or "I'm Proud of You", but I always knew that he believed in me. Even though he wasn't a very affectionate man, I never questioned his love for me. His primary role was as the provider for our family. He told me once. When I was baby, he worked very hard and wasn't home much. Sometimes, he slept in his van near the factory, waiting to fetch those workers after night shifts. I idolized him, like most girls do when it comes to their fathers. We had a special bond that even Amma couldn’t understand, a bond that I can't describe to this day. Amma admired her father the most. Appa always tell us that Amma's first love is always her father (My grandfather, the late Mr Tian Soo), and after him is Appa. He wished the same for his children. C'mon Appa! YOU ARE MY FIRST LOVE, FOREVER.. Appa corrects me when I'm wrong. He guides me as I become the person I supposed to be. He loves me even when it seems that no one else does. Amma always says, " Appa loves his daughters more than he loves me". True. I see God's love through my Appa's love, and thank God for blessing me with such a wonderful man; the man I proudly call 'APPA'. Several years ago, Appa entered political world with the purpose to help the local people. He told me that he want to feel the experience in becoming a politician. We didn't stop him. He had his own ambition and mission (I prefer to keep it secret about them). Last time, he cared more for the people around him than he did his own pain. I have never met someone who put everyone else first. He was the type of a person I desire to be. After some time, Appa faced too many obstacles from various parties. I witnessed everything. At forty-one, he'd made the decision to move away from politics. He battled doubt as his friends and relatives criticised his work. Today's society. Whatever you do (good or bad), people are still going to judge you. Perhaps, they will find way to stop you. Funny. Appa: Welcome to the real world, ma. The incident happened is still fresh in my mind. Ignoring their criticism, Appa pressed on. He overcome humiliation, helplessness and uncertainty. At the same period of time, he faced another challenge. He lost one of the contract with a big company for his transport service. He lost 3/5 of monthly source of income due to the sudden shutdown of the company. Appa was in big trouble as he needed to pay salary for his drivers under him. I saw he cried silently. My heart was broken for the first time. I couldn't say a word. When I walked near him, Appa masked his pain by holding back his tears. We experienced a tough economic time, as we had shortage in family income source. However, my siblings and I never felt deprived of anything because of love and attention he poured on us. In spite of the physical back pain and emotional stress, he still carried out his responsibility as a father. He worked day and night, including overtime. Eventually, Appa regained the strength to bring his family to a stable condition.

We all knew he had never graduated from high school. All he had was his own determination to change the future of his family. What would happen if he gave up at that time? His endless sacrifices and commitment in putting us first have not gone unnoticed. Ten years ago (when we faced the crisis), Appa told us that everything was going to be okay and he has kept his promise ever since. Now, I see many things from different perspective. I am grateful for what my Appa gave me. He showed me the determination to move forward when facing a problem. He demonstrated the commitment to family and the importance of setting priorities. Looking back, I know that I had the perfect Appa, perfect for me. He stepped out from his comfort zone. And even though Appa's love lacks words, his subtle actions give a beautiful rhythm to our life. Appa is a man of few words but a man of much love. He may not have a story to tell at dinner every time we gather (To be honest, the dining table will be silent all the time #krikkriksound, maybe everyone was enjoying their meals at that moment). Normally my sister or I myself will initiate any topic to make the place a bit happening. Haha. Appa did the best he could to love his children and the woman he had vowed to love for better or worse. Clearly, without his influence, I don't think I'd be who I am today. Thanks Appa for always showing me the light in the darkness. Your humour has gotten me through many things in life. Thank you for being protector through every storm. Your unrelenting love has helped me through life's challenge. Without your care, without you watching over me, without you loving me, I would not be the strong girl I am today.

Happy Father's Day, Appa.

 Sincerely, Your first little girl

ANONYMOUS, 23

MY APPA, MY HERO

Sivapoorani Daughter of Krishnasamy .. I’m proudly saying this.  This beautiful name was chosen by my handsome appa. He gave me a lot of good memories while he lived in this world. He was dearly loved by his parents and his siblings. He was also a very talented person. Name it and he can do it be it singing, acting, dancing and cooking. He was a good football player too.

One thing that has been always bugging me is that, before I could feel the love that he has to shower for me, I have lost him in very young age. Some days, I have sat in a quiet environment and revised about all the beautiful memories I have experienced with him.

The first thing I would witness will be my appa sitting with the daily newspaper in one hand and a cup of his favorite tea or coffee in the other. He would then get ready and leave to work. He is a good husband and a great father who has never failed to fulfill his responsibilities as the leader of the family.

My mother used to say that my appa was addicted to alcohol. He remorse from his bad habits the day I was born. The day I stepped into this world he stepped into a world full of responsibilities. He realized the meaning of life. He found himself a new job as a security guard in a shopping mall with a low salary. He knew that cannot afford his living so he got himself into part time job. He became a salesman and went into the marketing life. I was surprised that, being a secondary school dropout he had the capabilities to persuade people and sell the products. That marked a good starting for my whole family. Yayy!! As days passed, he became a better person.  I grew up seeing his hard work and successes he has achieved in such short period of time. He always dressed up smartly and was a very stylish man. He does all his work on his own. Being a husband in that era, he did not expect any help from my mother. He was an independent husband. Trust me on this one. He ironed his clothes his own. If he felt hungry, he would serve himself and would not behave like a typical Indian man waiting to be served by wife. In this case, I would say my father was a very understanding man. He realized my mother was a working woman and she was tired as well. My father injured his knees terribly even before I was born. It is a necessity for him to change the medicine bandage on his knee everyday on the knee area. I have never heard him seeking help from my mother or anyone else. He used to do the changing own his till his last breath. He had a plate in his knee and isn’t able to bend it, yet he has never used it as an excuse to stay home unemployed. He was a systematic man. He always wandered around with a pen and diary in his pocket and jotted down whatever his activities were.

After a few months, he bought his very first motorbike. It was one of the happiest news we shared as a family. Those were the days. He brought me everywhere he goes. I had a lot of privileges as the youngest in the family. Little did I know, I will spend the least time with my dad as compared to my other siblings? He always tells to my mother, “dress papa (baby) I am taking her to the dinner with me.” I would be so excited that I will immediately run to take my shower and get myself dressed. I used to tease my sibling whenever I go out because they will have to stay home. Priceless moments. He would proudly introduce me around to people saying I’m his youngest child. I would come home and proudly tell my mother that he spoke so well in English and I didn’t understand anything back then. After sometime, he bought a second hand car and painted in his favorite color.  He joined a new job with better salary.

One fine day, he asked my mother to get ready to go somewhere. We followed them as well. He took us to an area with sample houses. He took us to see new houses and proceeded on purchasing one. The loan got approved and I became his partner in crime in seeing the house being renovated. He loved to collect cute and antic stuffs. He bought scenic painting and. He used to do all this in free times. We left our wooden house and moved to the new house happily. Our life was better and happier there after.

He always made sure that we were safe and not exposed to harmful objects especially me because I was the youngest and the naughtiest. When I entered the kitchen, he would make sure that I was in no contact with knives. One of the sweetest memory I have of him is that he used to carry me to the bed. Whenever I was sick he would feed me rice and made sure I consume my prescription in from of him. I could always cheat my mum but not him. I used to bring my report card home from school and show my mother instead of him because seeing me not scoring well will make him sad.

One day, I passed by my parents’ room and overheard their conversation where appa was saying to amma, “We should never fight in front of the kids and must always maintain manners with them”. Honestly, I have never seen them fighting with each other. Of course I have witnessed some sulking here and there.

Then, he took care of his sick father. My granddad was suffering stroke for a few years and I was just a kid at that time. I was truly overwhelmed of the ways he expressed gratitude to his father. He used to carry my granddad from his wheelchair to the washroom. He would shave my granddad, cut his nails, shower him and dress him up nicely. What else could a disabled father ask from a son? Sometimes, I feel that I was very unfair for the god to take him away from us that early. I never get the chance to love my father as a grown up daughter and never stand a chance to express my gratitude for him. All I can afford now for him is to think of him on beautiful days and imagine how nice it would be to have him around us. We lost a loving father.

I remember his last words; he was very worried on how the family will go on without him. He was worried for his kids. Those words are still fresh in our heart and still hurt like a torn studded in our soul. Appa we love you a lot. You have always been a good father. I know you are now with us like our guardian angel. We miss you especially your bright smile and your warm hug. We always need your blessings. At this moment, I pray that I will be blessed to serve him at least in the next birth if I have one more left.

SIVAPOORANI KRISHNASAMY, 26

DEAR DADDY

Fathers are obviously heroes for most daughters. Same goes to me. My father is simply amazing in his way as I can treat him as a friend more than a father. Given this opportunity, I would love to share one of my memorable moments with my father.

This happened just a few days ago. It wasn’t the first time for me to share my personal life stories (personal life stories here mean something really personal that one rarely shares with anyone) with him. I told him that a guy liked me (I liked him too) and he approached me when I was 19, unfortunately I had to distance myself from him since I know that he isn’t the one for me. Most Indian parents are quite well-known for their typical attitude of scolding their children so badly if their children do something against their wish, especially when their children were found to be in love with someone they like. Even I thought that I will get nice scolding from my father since I am considered as ‘too young’ to like anyone although I am 20 now. Unlike other Indian fathers, my father reacted so cool and he asked me to explain further. I was both quite shocked and surprised with my father’s reaction and I did explain further on what happened. The moment I said that, “Pa, I do have certain expectation on how my life partner should be and I know he isn’t the one. It isn’t wrong for a girl to have certain standards too, right?”. The first ever thing my father did was to give a high 5 to me and utter “that’s my girl, I know you are wise in making decisions for yourself most of the time, cool’’ once I finished my sentence. All this while, I have a thought that my father doesn’t care much about my personal life since he has never tried to interfere or force me to tell my personal stuff to him (respecting others’ privacy (including his family) is one my father’s noble behaviour). That was the main reason for me to hesitate in the beginning if I want to share something personal to him and that was too a reason for me to share some of my life stories and experiences with him a bit late. However, it seems that my father care much about my personal life with a huge trust on me that I will never do something that will hurt him and he knows me too well that I will try my best to be wiser as much as I can about certain things in my life.

I do love my father a lot but this time after I shared this story to him, I feel even more connected with him. I can really feel that I do have a father who is supportive and protective. What else a daughter needs when her father trusts her so much that she will do the best all the time, although his daughter can screw up certain things at some points of her life?

To the daughters out there, don’t ever hesitate to share your personal stories with your fathers. Trust me when I say that your fathers will be even more happier and will trust you even more when you openly tell him about your personal life stories or experiences. For sure, some fathers will be angry at first but it won’t last long. After all, daughters are fathers’ pride too. 

Appa, you are simply amazing. ❤  

MISS RAJAN, 20

THANK YOU FOR BEING YOU

I was asked to write about daddy and daughter relationship. How am I supposed to write about a daddy and daughter relationship when we are more like best friends?

I was brought up in such a moderate and lovely way by both of my mom and dad since 2^nd October 1997. Pa, I still remember those days when you used to carry me and walk through our neighborhood. One of the most beautiful memories of us which is still fresh in my mind. Our closed one used to mention that I literally look like you. Back then, I always replies to them that I am not looking like you, but I look like Kajol. Childhood crush she was. Do you still remember Uncle Francis, who always calls me Kajol back then? :D

Unlike other Dads who always forbid their daughters from going out, you love to accompany me wherever I go. You love to sit beside me and watch me while I drove and sing my favorite songs in the same time. Both of us love to watch football leagues at Bistro nearby our house meanwhile having our milo and Nescafe till the breaking of the dawn.(Twilight :P) All our long drives and jamming sessions; I miss them, Appa.

We went through a lot, pa. We used to fight frequently, up till now. I grew up eating all the dishes you cook compared to Amma’s, *Hehehe, I’m sorry Ma*. You are such a good cook Pa, without any doubts.  The favorite part of this, is when you sit with me on my small ABC table and feed me ‘urundai sorru’(rice balls). I still remember you used to hide all those gingers and garlics inside the rice balls so that I will eat them. I know all your tricks, Pa. Talking about this, makes me miss you more.

I’m really lucky to have you as my father Pa. You gave me the greatest gift anyone could ever give another person. You believed in me! I’m eternally blessed to have someone who believes in everything that I am or I will be doing. But Pa,you are just too emotional, especially after I came to UMP. I am your daughter, I was brought up by an iron lady, you knew that.  I can survive on my own regardless of wherever I am. I will make you proud. You have me as your daughter, and I have blessings from Amma and you as well. You don’t have to worry about others. J I will be standing there by your side before no one else.

Most significantly, I will not address you as a perfect father. But I want you to know that, you are the perfect example of an imperfect father, Pa! Losing the one and only angel in our life was really unexpected and left a deep void of sadness in our life, Pa. When life brought us to the worst point, I saw you cry like a little baby. I know your heart wasn’t in shape like it was before. But it didn’t take you years, to be back strong. I know you did that just FOR MY SAKE. You know that I needed your support.

Despite all that,we are connected by heart although distance separates us. All the coincidences that we have encountered in our daily routines; wearing the same color of clothes, eating the same kind of food, thinking about the same stuffs and etc. I knew you miss me a lot but you are acting like you don’t because you knew that I will annoy you after that. :D

In brief, being your daughter is the biggest blessings in my life, Pa! A daughter may outgrow your lap but she will never outgrow your heart. You are such a great and special father, Pa because not every father in this world could survive living with an annoying silly girl like me. You are more than a father for me, I can see, “Amma” in you, Pa. Only daughters can feel the motherly side of her daddy. The depth of a father’s love shows in his daughter’s eyes.

I’m sorry for all the flaws.

Thank you for being you.

RASHWINEE SUKUMARAN, 20  

MY DAD

Appa, so many images come to mind. Whenever I speak his name, it seems like I’m nothing without him, things have never been the same. There are special ties that bind a daughter to her dad, and certain kind of feeling I can’t get it from my mom. Every daughter likes to think that her father is the best, but there’s no doubt for me, he is far above the rest.

What happened to those lazy days, when I was just a child and my life was full with his love and his smile. I wish I could go back in time and cherish all those memories.

When I was little girl, he took time to play with me, wrestle with me, read or color with me no matter how tired he would be. Once, I was assigned to do school project work and he decided to stay up late night to help me done with it. I do remember, he got back from work at 7pm and he helped me until 2 in the morning. He was really tired on that particular day but he sacrifice his sleep and was there for me just to help me to do it. On that day, I decided to stand by him no matter how busy or tired I am.

 My dad is a superhero. He showed me how to be good, helpful to other people, to be fair and always treating equally. He was the reason behind my positive attitude. I’m just an average student, who didn’t scored well in the public exam but he stand by side and believed in me that I can work towards my passion. Even, I failed once, he never failed to support me toward my success and now I’m on the right track because of him. He also plays a mother role whenever she is not there by my side. When my mom was away from home and he decided to cook for me, that was the first time I saw him cooking and I was little shocked of his act. To my surprise, his cooking was a way more better than mom’s cooking.

Whenever I looked into him, no matter what happened in my life, he could make my gray skies blue. I go to him for advice when things get out of hand and I know he always has the answers and solution for all the problems. I never saw my dad drinking or taking  a night out with his friends. All this while he has been working day and night taking care of us.

I couldn’t ask for anyone better and years may come and go but no one can replace him in my life. He will always be my first love.

GEERTHANA GOPALAN, 22

MY TWO AMAZING MAN

It’s a girl! This single phrase alone describes two types of people in this world.
The world sees a daughter either as a burden or a diamond. The latter is rare.

23^rd May 1993, an amazing man received a lifetime title; ‘Appa’ (Father). He lifted his newborn little daughter, who was all wrapped up in his arms. She weighed just above the average of 3kg. Her little eyes still unopened. He admires her as she sleeps soundly.

I remember my first day in Year One. I excitedly took out my notebook and wrote my name on it, Buvana Darshini Ananda Kumar. My Chinese friend seated next to me asked, “whoa your name so long wan ah?”, “No la, this one my father’s name”, I replied, pointing out to the two additional words after my name. I always took pride in writing my name in such manner.

 A father- daughter relationship can never be justified by words. My father was never really the ‘huggable’ type. He isn’t someone who’s good in expressing emotions and love (I think most fathers are). At times, we do share silent moments but it’s never awkward. Somehow the silence seemed to connect us in a way words never could. My father is a feminist. He’s someone who believed in raising a daughter with the right amount of freedom and liberty. I grew up making choices of my own. I got to get involve in family discussions when it came to deciding something. I assumed all this was normal until I realized such things don’t really happen in other household.  It was rare. My dad always heard me. He was one person I could talk to for hours. If I had an opinion on something, he would willingly lend his ears. I was always a square peg stuck in a round hole when it came to the family.  I always opted for a different approach but that is because of two amazing men; my father and my grandfather.

My grandfather was born in India. He derived from a wealthy and prideful lineage. He was a well educated young man who wanted to take a step out and explore what the world has to offer. He finished his diploma and boarded a ship. He left his nativity and set on a voyage to Malaya (as it was previously known). One thing about my grandfather, he was a person who believed women aren’t born to do housework. He believed in the modern day perspective of feminism and womanhood. My grandfather lives with us. Since I had working parents, I spent most of my time with grandpa. I remember our short walks to the playground. I remember the time we buried a hit and run dog which we found on the main road in front of my house. He told me, we should always love and respect animals. We must be kind and compassionate towards them. I remember our little adventures when it came to rescuing and feeding strays. During my teenage days, he was my best friend. We would talk about everything below the sun, while waiting for my school bus to arrive. We have a lot to learn from the men in our lives. As for me, these two men have played such a pivotal role in my life and they still do. Liberty, knowledge and culture;

Thank you J

Buvana Darshini Ananda Kumar,24

 WHO ARE YOU DAD?

Someone came up to me and asked me to write something about my father. What do I write about you? I am confused. Where do I start exactly? From the day you held my hand and walked into a low cost home and cried hugging me thinking that there was no one was left and we had to struggle on our own.

So the very next day after your terrible mental breakdown, you got me ready as usual to school and you got ready to go somewhere which I was not very sure of. I went to school and remained moody the entire day. My friends asked me so many questions but I had no mood to talk about it. I rushed home to see your face. You welcomed me with a packet of nasi lemak. I sat and eat it quickly because I was very hungry. You gave me no money for school. You sat next to me and told me that you have gotten a job and our life will be better off next month onwards. The first month of living a life just the two of us was horrible. Most days we starved. Despite all this, you have never showed any emotions to me. Such a cheerful person you are.

Our life slowly changed. My routine was going to school, coming home and then study. You would go to work come back and cook. Sat next to me; fall asleep on my table while I studied. I enjoyed seeing you accompany me. Whenever I craved for special food you would save up money and buy it for me. The waiting was horrible but you somehow always manage to get me what I wanted. Buying you a gift on your special day, I have to sacrifice many days of pocket money but no regrets. You save up even my worst arts in your room.

Days were going on like this until I stepped out of your hand and entered my tertiary education and left you. I missed you so much. I didn’t know how to live a life without you. I always called and spoke to you for hours on the phone. It was terrible. I cried so many days wanting to come back to you until one fine day the news hit me like a tornado. It was the worst day of my life when your colleagues called me to inform me that you have passed away in an accident on the way to work. I broke down and cried. I handled your funeral on my own.  I stayed in that low cost flat for weeks until I left to continue living your dreams. What do I say? I really miss you so much Amma. Oh, didn’t I mention? My mother was my father. You will always be both my mother and father. When the useless one gave up on us, you stood up for me. Honestly, my mother is my father. Happy Father’s Day amma.

ANONYMOUS, 22