A Memorable Father's Day:
This year, I decided to celebrate Father’s Day with my dad in the morning and then spend the afternoon with my daughter's father. It turned out to be a truly wonderful day, as I got to see an interesting side of my father—something I hadn't experienced much of before. Now that I’m an adult, I’ve found myself giving him a chance again. You see, my relationship with him has not always been what you’d call "excellent." Growing up, it was my mom who wore the superhero cape, handling everything and making all the big moments shine. So for me, Father’s Day has never felt particularly pivotal. It’s always been her day, and now, as a mother myself, I find I’ve taken on that leading role, too.
In the days leading up to this special occasion, my dad had been under the weather with a nasty flu. Between keeping the house tidy and nursing him back to health, I wasn't sure how our Father’s Day plans would unfold. But despite the illness, I was determined to make the day memorable. After all, a little effort goes a long way, right?
The morning started with a simple breakfast together; I whipped up some pancakes—my dad's favorite. As we sat at the table, after the first few bites, I saw him smile in a way that felt genuine. We exchanged stories about my childhood, laughing at silly moments while also reminiscing about the not-so-great times, which has become kind of our thing recently. There was something in that moment that reminded me of the bond we share, even if it has been a bumpy ride.
Later that day, we hopped into the train and headed to Caracas. The excitement bubbled within me as we set off; not only would I get some quality time with my dad, but I would also be reuniting with Ale 
Arriving in the capital, the lively spirit of Plaza Venezuela welcomed us with open arms. The streets were buzzing, and as we walked around, I could feel the energy of the place lifting our moods. Ale met us there, and it felt refreshing to see him interact with our daughter, Cami. Watching their bond grow was heartwarming—there's nothing quite like a father's love shining through.
We took tons of photos, capturing all those precious smiles and laughter. Cami, with her infectious giggles, drew a lovely friend along with us. She and the neighbor girl instantly clicked, which added another layer of happiness to the day. They ran around, played games, and created memories I hoped they would cherish forever. It was delightful seeing Cami so happy, and honestly, that’s what matters most—the joy of our children.
Amidst the joyous chaos, I noticed how Ale and I seemed to navigate the day with more ease than before. Our relationship has improved gradually, and for that, I am thankful. Just a few months ago, things felt tense between us, so seeing that progress was significant. You start to appreciate even the small victories in life, don't you?
As the sun began to set, casting a warm glow over the plaza, we found a quiet spot to sit and reflect on the day. I glanced over at my dad and noticed his weary eyes, but they sparkled with contentment. I realized that even though he hasn't always been the hero of my story, he still plays an essential part in my narrative. This day, in its simplistic beauty, had stitched together fragments of our past, allowing space for healing and understanding.
Father's Day didn't have to be elaborate; it just needed to be filled with love and connection. And I felt that in the air. There was a sense of peace knowing that I was giving my dad another chance, and also facilitating that connection between Cami 
By the end of the day, as we drove home, my heart was full. I understood that creating these moments mattered more than any grand gesture. This Father’s Day, we all celebrated our roles—somewhat imperfectly but wholeheartedly, together. Here’s to many more like it, where laughter, love, and a pinch of understanding blend perfectly into memory.
