Echoes of a Father's Love.

Father is like the light of the candle that burns itself in order to make our lives bright.

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I was just a newborn the day you first held me. I, being unaware of the of the impact you would have on my life.

Your embrace was more than just physical - it was the beginning of a bond that would shape me into who I am to be.

Your arms were a safe haven, a place where my little feet used to crawl and walk towards, looking up with admiration in my eyes.

My little fingers grasped your index finger as you walked me on my feet. Your steady pace made my tiny steps feel so sweet.

How my eyes always lit up every time I ran towards you when you picked me up from school.

Having a glance of you was enough to melt all my shouldered worries away, knowing you're there for me no matter what others say.

Your face bubbling with excitement as you danced in the rain, twirling me in the air. Now I stare at the rain drops dripping off the window ceil, smiling at the memory of you.

Leaving whatever I was doing at the moment and rushing to attend to your request as you called out my name from afar.

Now I long to hear the sound of your voice saying my name but it's too late. Your absence echoes through both the sad and happy times of my life, reminding me of words unspoken.

You believed in me; you knew the soul I possessed whilst everyone stayed in disbelief of the kind of girl I am.

You protected me from the cruelty of this world, a place where there's nothing but pain and lies. Now it's up to me to make sure I keep myself protected.

A strong bond between us always made me feel nothing could ever go wrong and lose your trust.

I was shy in expressing my feelings to you, but it was you who asked me everything, with your warming embrace. Always telling me something new each day to learn.

It was just you father, who wanted me to shine like a star on the darkest night.

Seeing your face delight with pride is what my heart always longed to witness. But you left before I could even make you proud.

As my prayer remains constant, now I only pray to reunite with you in Paradise forever, where we'll always share smiles, laughter and warm hugs and no separation will take us apart.

They say to me you act just like your father.

But I question myself am I as protective as you were? Shielding the ones you loved like a superhero.

Am I brave like you? Never showing any fear despite the weight of world on your shoulders.

Am I understanding like you? Putting up with mood-swings but still showing up with tolerance.

But there's one thing that your absence has taught me that what it truly means to be resilient and have strength to keep on going. It has taught me that despite the challenges I'll face everything will be alright as I carry your teachings with me throughout life.

Cherish the time you have with your parents. For once they leave there would always be a hole that never seems to fill itself. They are and will always be the one who'd sacrifice anything for you, so be grateful towards them and treat them with excellence for you never know when it would be the last time, you'll ever hear them calling out your name.