Importance Of Father....

Why we gave all the Importance to our Mothers only?........What about are Fathers?? When we are in pain, sorrow or grief,  we call our mums Wat about our fathers;  they also feel the same pain as our mum do but y we ignored him? y we always wrote line about our mother's y cant about  fathers?? 


When i was depressed he came to me and ask: What happen Beta? Y are u luking sad ?is everything ok...? Tell me?
since from my childhood i dont know hwd he understand that i m nt happy but just try to be or act like............I knw i m late but still; 


 Here it is a short story through my words describing  my emotions and the importance of my father in my SWEET LITTLE LIFE....

When you were young, pony-tailed, 
face full of playful freckles spots,
were you a daddy's girl?
I was. and still I am. 

Did you look to him for your security,  for his love and attention,
for the understanding, and the patience you lacked
as a child? YES YOU DID.

My daddy was the center of my small world,
the focus of my affections,  the star that lit my life, and shining bright. Shining still and till the end of my life in my heart. 

The years have led me here,  shining  with maturity and responsibilities, and I see more clearly now. The hardships, burdens of love,  and all the small sacrifices he made for me,
for our family. He created stability, a place to call home. All the photographs I browse through

of a child long forgotten, scarcely remembered smiling, so happy and so loved. 

The mere thought of becoming that role model is enough to send me cowering, afraid...
looking for guidance. Turning to my father and my more for support,advice, wise counsel, and for approval. 

Grown up, I see differently now...
A new perspective of a man I have always known is MY FATHER.

You came to me and start doing fighting but take care of this that never hit me hard..you came to me as am ur Future but never said that you want to be my Tutor.

You never stop me for anything always let me do what i want to do....

My heart is full, my emotions are overpowering just in the fact of that bond existing between me and my father. He's been there for me through all the conflicts,helping me over the rough, ragged stones of growing up. My respect for him is unending, my faith on him is unbound, and love is unquestioning. Even in the midst of all my imperfections, he is lenient, ignoring the pitfalls, the downfalls, difficulties of my life, he just accepted me as I was, as I am. 

The sheer purity of it leaves me awe-struck and it lifts me up, it holds my head a little higher,
it keeps me in balance,  harmonizing with the world around me beautifully, like an inspired masterpiece from the soul of an honest man. 

I am honored to know him, to love him, to be of & with him.
He's my hero, and I am his daughter, his little girl.............

Dedicated to my father

Love YOU DAD.......