THE OLD MAN OF THE HOUSE.

MISUNDERSTOOD. ALWAYS.

Yes, the old man of each house; a father, goes through this, and more, what for, you ask? Just to see a smile on his wife's face, when she hears about her child's achievements, just to see his child stand up on his, or her own feet. Just to leave this world knowing that the people he loves, and cares about, are doing fine, even in his absence.

And, this is what he gets in return.

He forgot my birthday. He didn't make it to my annual day. He is never there for me. He didn't fight for me. He yelled at me. He never takes me out. All he cares about, is his work. He does not have time for me. He always disapproves.

He doesn't understand me.

He does not have a heart.

He doesn't love me.

I hate him. 

All we think about is, what he didn't do, but do we appreciate, or even try and notice what he has done? Do we really make an effort to read between those harsh lines? Bother to look what lies inside? Or even try to comprehend as to why he couldn't make it to your x-y-z-D-day?

He's the one who tip-toes into your room in the middle of the night, just to check up on you. He's the one who'll stand in the side lines, and cry a little, when he learns about your success. He's the one who'll let you fall, and stand up, all on your own, even if kills him a little inside. He’s the one who’ll criticize you, on your face, and give you credit behind your back. He’s the one who works day-and-night, just to provide you with the things you want, the things you need. He’ll be your rock, he’ll absorb all your sadness, and fill your life with happiness, or at least he’ll try to. He won’t be all words, he won’t express his love, and he’ll let you learn the lessons the hard way, only because he knows how the world works, he knows that he won’t always be there to protect you. But, most of all, he's the one who'll never let your hatred towards him, lessen his affection for you.

So what, if he couldn’t teach you how to ride a bicycle? He was busy finishing the project that could earn him a promotion. So what, if he couldn’t remember your birthday? He was busy learning how to make a ppt. so that he could help you with your project. So what if, he couldn’t make it to your concert? He was working to the best of his abilities, so that he could afford the fees of the school, you’ve grown to adore. So what if, he couldn’t understand you? It’s his first time at being a dad, and even if you’re a second child, or the third, every child is different. If we, as children, are allowed to make mistakes, to misunderstand, so are they. I’m not saying that they’re always right, I’m just asking you to reconsider, to re-evaluate, to try and understand, that there might be a reason.

There could be a thousand things that could’ve gone wrong.

Cut your father some slack.

Every form of love is different from the other, don’t compare his love to someone else’s, because no matter what goes down, no matter how bad you screw up, he’s the one, who’ll always be there.

On behalf of all the children, KUDOS to all the fathers out there. I don’t know how you guys do it, because, to be honest, it’s a pretty scary job, being a father. Taking on the responsibility with a smile on your face, being strong, even when you’re about to break. We know that, bad things happen, and sometimes what happens isn’t your fault. 

We’re children, and sometimes, we believe what we see, we don’t know how the world works, we don’t know what you go through each day, and sometimes, we say things, that are mean, but we don’t mean, and also regret later on.

Forgive us.

Dear fathers, just know that, you can give your child everything that he/she wants, but sometimes, all your child wants, is you. Take a few days off, enjoy with your family while you can. Young minds do not understand until things are spelled out for them. Express your feelings. Skip a few meetings. Take photographs. Life is too short, to wait for the right time.

I was wanting to upload this on Father’s day, as a vote of thanks to my Daddy dearest. I don’t know how you handle my temper, my mood swings, and my obsession for stationery. I’m sorry, if I’ve ever let you down. I don’t say it often, because you already know, but anyway, I love you, Dadda. I always have, and I always will. 

Happy Father’s Day, to my superhero, without a cape.

P.S  I do not mean to hurt the anyone’s sentiments.