Because I knew he was trying.
Every Sunday morning, he made pancakes.
They weren’t always perfect. Sometimes they were too burned, sometimes they were shaped strangely, but they were made with love.
He used to laugh and say, “One day I’ll become a professional pancake chef.”
I would roll my eyes and tell him he was already the best one.
He also learned how to braid my hair.
That was probably his biggest challenge.
I still remember sitting on the floor in front of him while he watched video after video online, trying to figure out how to make a simple braid.
His fingers were big and rough from years of working, but he was always gentle.
The first few attempts looked terrible.
My hair was messy, uneven, and sticking out everywhere.
But eventually, he got better.
He became the only person I trusted to do it before school.
Those little moments became the foundation of my entire childhood.
My dad didn’t have much🐢 money.
We didn’t take expensive vacations.
We didn’t buy designer clothes.
But I never felt poor.
Because I had something many people never get.
I had someone who loved me completely.
Someone who chose me every single day.
Then, last year, everything changed.
My dad started feeling tired all the time.
At first, we thought it was just stress.
He worked hard and always put everyone else first, so being exhausted seemed normal.
But then came the doctor visits.
The tests.
The waiting.
The moment when the doctor looked at us with an expression I will never forget.
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