There’s a kind of love that doesn’t ask for attention.
It doesn’t arrive with grand gestures or poetic declarations.
It’s the kind that waits at the gate when you’re late.
The kind that quietly checks if you’ve eaten.
The kind that says “I’m proud of you” with a nod, not words.
That’s a father’s love.
Fathers aren’t always perfect.
They stumble through their own storms, often without letting us see.
They carry the weight of expectations, bills, regrets, and dreams they never got to chase.
And still—they show up.
- With tired eyes and calloused hands.
- With quiet pride when you do something small but brave.
- With a worn-out wallet that somehow always has enough for your needs.
Their love isn’t polished. It’s real.
The Coat You Didn’t Know You Needed
Remember that old coat he gave you when winter came early?
It smelled like him—like safety.
Or the way he stood at the edge of the playground, pretending not to watch, but watching every move.
Or how he stayed up when you were sick, even though he had work at dawn.
Fathers love in ways that don’t make headlines.
But they make homes.
The Quiet Apologies
Sometimes, fathers don’t know how to say sorry.
They’ll fix your broken chair instead.
They’ll bring your favorite snack home.
They’ll ask, “Need anything?” when what they mean is, “I miss you.”
Their love is layered—with pride, with fear, with hope.
And sometimes, with silence.
When You Start to See Him
There comes a moment—maybe in your twenties, maybe later—
when you look at your father and see the man behind the role.
Not just “Baba” or “Abbu” or “Dad.”
But a person.
With dreams he shelved.
With pain he never named.
With love he gave, even when it cost him.
And you realize:
He didn’t just raise you.
He held you up when he was falling apart.
