Papa

The moment I held onto his finger and smiled I knew I had found my hero. Its been years since that day yet his hold around my palm never loosened it was as if he was scared to let me fall but deep down I know that even I were to fall he would be the first to hold me in and pat my head saying 'It's Fine"

He , My Papa , Would never say 'Love You' Just Like Mama would but The way his eyes would lighten up seeing my happiness and the love that it would shine when he would hug me would display his affection .

He would be the one first one to shield me when Mama would scold me . He would rather let go off his pride just to see my smile.

My Papa is a hero , I had never seen him turn his back to a person who is in need. His helping and selfless nature would make me wonder 'How could he be so selfless?' But That itself would make me proud .

If I were in a problem it is he who I would turn to first as he always had the solutions  to my problems .

He told me 'Life is a Race and You need to keep running despite the obstacles you would Face " and I knew I would run but he would be there behind as my backbone.

Maybe I might not say time to time 'How much he means to me ' but The Love I have for him makes me so heavy that even the thought of leaving him behind one day makes me cry .

'I Love My Papa'

''I Really Do''

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How is this?🤧❤