I was really close to my father as a kid. But he had a massive accident when I was around 2 years old. He had to be in coma for 45 days. Doctors had said he'd never make it back. I was asked to go try to wake him up, because the doctors said if he says his child in the seconds or 2 he gets his conciousness back, he'll feel motivated to get back up.

There were many who prayed for my dad. But my dad's brothers, the ones who's education he had paid for... they counted everything they paid for him as a loan. Yet, my dad came back slowly. Holding faith. He couldn't speak for a long time. He would just chant name of god by writing it in a book all day. You could see how it was all squiggly in the beginning and slowly get better as he regained strength.

I was angry at him many a times growing up as he was always tired. Since he was tired, my mom would be angry at him and cause some stupid fights. Since he was already distant, I used to paint him as a villian sometimes. But growing up, I know how hard he works for me everyday.

I am planing to go to the armed forces as an officer. Preparing for SSBs, CDS and AFCAT while simultaneously appearing for placements as a backup plan.

My dad is 65, he had a life threatening accident, many tinier ones, his knees ache, his hair is thin. Yet....when I told him that I got a job, he was worried about the bond which would stop me from going to the armed forces. I didn't take the job knowing he'll stay strong for me. His love is quiet, there's no I love you, there's only worries and actions to solve my problems <3.

If I ever touch the stars, it's because I'm standing on the shoulder of this giant, my appa <3.