I grew up knowing him as the head of the family.
His every word would be followed with utter respect
His every word after much thought would be his final decision

When in need of something
My cry would pass through mom to him
My mom was then a mediator between me and my father
Although strict and authoritarian at times
He was definitely one tough yet loving stranger.

Afraid of being criticized or punished
I always tried to abide by his words


But little did I imagine at that time
What would it be to walk in his footsteps…

He is...
A man who loves my mom
A man who loves his kids in his own way
A man that worked hard so that we got the best
A man that just had little to pick from
So that we could have countless to choose
A man then I found difficult to understand
Today I admire him as one of my precious gifts
Bestowed to me by my god

Once afraid of my father
Today I feel I can tell him everything and anything
Being a girl it’s difficult at times to share certain things with your father
But my dad somehow bridged that gap between us

I am happy to say like any proud daughter
That I love
My stranger …My Father …My Best Friend