When I was born, the doctors weren’t sure if I was going to survive. I was so very sick the first two years of my life. And every single night, he would lay me on his chest and rock me to sleep.
When I was three, he left for America to find a job and save money so that we could build a better life in a new country.
When I was 16 and crashed his car while he was teaching me how to drive, he just shook his head and sighed.
He gives me shopping money when my mom isn’t looking.
He cooks me all of my favorite foods when I ask for it and even when I don’t.
He is the one who taught me how to give and sacrifice for others.
He’s the one man I can count on to be there for me no matter what and to love me unconditionally. Always.
I love you, Daddy. Happy Birthday.