Ridley Young

Dad of the year

I knew at that moment that a child could not be luckier than ours to have a father like you. Fatherhood was a foreign word to me, a concept i could not quite grasp. For me father was a term used for the man that showed up once every three months to take you to the grocery store. At eight years old, the joy and excitement of walking into a no frills and spending sixty dollars so you would have food for a week and wouldn't have to spend the month sharing a pack of ramen with your sister while your mother sat silently at the table with nothing in front of her but a small smile as she provided for her children as best she could.