Nonfiction Prompt#136: The Message That My Dad Told Me That Made Me Cry
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I am not born with a silver spoon, nor do I have a lot. I come from a low-back group. My dad, despite his leg injury, will work to put food on the table. I tried to diagnose him for his injury. When I was younger, I always asked him the reason why he walked like that, and he wouldn't respond. Little children. Over time, I understood that it was a nerve paralysis. He could adduct, but he can't abduct his thigh. Also, he can extend and flex the thigh and legs. I feel that if his parents had done a surgery or they had met a doctor, then everything would have changed. I aspire to be a doctor, but I don't have the money. It's too expensive. Every single activity is trying to make me forget my dream. Some people tell me that my dream is too large for me to carry. I feel rejected, dejected. Now I am left alone. God! Help me, please. I pray.
My dad is a lover of the USA. He doesn't want to know about what other countries might have done; he supports blindly, as if he was from the USA. My dad is too current with US news.
My parents usually share the fees among one another. My dad pays more. My mum is a superhero. She cooks and plays with us. She talks loudly, which we don't like, and we have learnt to cope. One day, I asked my father, "What makes you happy the most as a father?" He said that the ability to provide for his family is the major reason for his happiness.
Currently, my dad is studying for his PhD, and he likes education.
One day, our house got burnt. I almost cried, but he told me, "We will build a home soon." Over time, the house was repaired. He was always ready to start over and over. He was the greatest dad, just like my mom.
There was a time I withdrew myself from private school to a public school to reduce the load on my dad. I love him. He doesn't buy clothes for himself most times. He prefers that we eat and live well instead.
Fast forward to my school days, my dad would always try to create solutions to problems. Even those that didn’t seem to have answers, he would still try. I learned to repair things around the house because of his DIY habits. We developed strong reading and reasoning skills, all thanks to his influence. He corrected us often. He talked a lot, and he never played with time.
During my school days, he tried his best to pay my school fees. Most times, he didn’t have the money. He borrowed loans and made sacrifices, just to ensure I stayed in school. He is my superhero.
Now I’m getting married, and he throws a grand celebration. He told me, “Be a better father than I was.” He was skilled, passionate, and easy-going. He wasn’t quick to anger. I couldn’t hold back my tears when he said those words. He was the greatest superhero.
When I was about to leave home, my dad told me, “Look at the sky and the ground. The sky is not your limit, the stars are even beyond. My dear, you are a great man. Trials will come, and people will test your marriage, but do not freak out. Be passionate and persistent. Fight for our name and do not spoil it.”
“I still and always love you,” he said.
I could not cry.
Now, I’m happily living with my wife. One day, we had issues, and my father's words struck me: Settle issues within yourselves; do not escalate them.
I went to my wife and gave her a hug, and that was the end of it. Any time we have a misunderstanding, we discuss it immediately. My home has been peaceful ever since. Now, we have two children, and we care for them deeply. I’ve made sure to invest in their education, just as my dad did for me. I’ve made sure to provide for them in many ways. Today, I have much to do, thanks to the blessings that came from investing in my children.
Thumbs up if you love your dad.
Thank you.
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