Our Bond
Some things words can't measure
Before I knew the word "strength," I knew your shoulders. Before I understood sacrifice, I watched you live it quietly, every single day, never asking for thanks.
You never told me the world was easy — you simply stood between me and its hardest parts, so I could grow up believing in soft things, in dreams, in myself.
Papa, our bond is not something I can put a number on. It is the kind of love that would burn down the whole world if it ever dared to hurt you. Quiet, fierce, and forever.
Even when I don't say it enough, even on the busy days and the distant ones — you are the first person my heart runs to, and you always will be.