The quiet hero in my life.

The quiet hero in my life is my father.  He has never been loud about his love.

When I was little, I didn't always notice how much he carried on his shoulders. He made sacrifices, quietly, always choosing responsibility over comfort.

There were days I misunderstood him, moments I thought his silence  meant distance. But with time I realized his silence was care.

He listened more than he spoke. He trusted more than he controlled.

My father may never be called a hero by the world, but to me he always has been. He showed me that greatness. 

And if I ever become strong, gentle or resilient, it will be because of my father.

I love my father forever and forever.