09/06/2025
“Dad never plays with us... he’s always busy.”
Maybe because he’s holding up the roof we live under.
The rent. The groceries. The endless school expenses. The rising fuel prices. And that one item that disappears like magic—milk.
He’s not distant by choice. He’s just out there—fighting silently to keep everything running.
He may not always say “I love you” with words... But it’s there—in the lunch boxes, in the warm dinner, in the worn-out shoes he never replaces.
Mom is the heartbeat of the home, But many dads… they are the hands that keep it standing.
This isn’t neglect.
This is sacrifice.
And if he’s carrying the weight of a whole world... At least offer him a smile, a hug—before his silence turns into exhaustion.
