My Father: The Unspoken Power of Every Step I Take"

We talk a lot and write a lot of things about our mothers and their love, warmth and sacrifices. But the man who stands but quietly in the background, who sets our dreams above his needs, who keeps the burden without ever letting us know how painful it is--that man we are told is a Father.

Today I wish to write something about my father. My happiness is constructed on his silent fight and his life was developed due to sacrifice.

My father never was a talkative person. In school when I performed perfectly, my mother would shout out, embrace me. Papa would sit in the corner with a big smile (proud, calm still, and certainly full of love). At the time I failed to comprehend. Today I understand that that smile was full of stories of working hard, spending long days and sacrificing dreams.

At the young age, he was forced to start setting ahead. My grandfather died suddenly and due to this the family burden was put on his little shoulders. Once he had educational dreams on which he sacrificed to be able to make a living- on our behalf. We wanted toys, new clothes and school materials as he had to work extra time just so that we never felt inferior to others. He did not complain that he was tired or had pain. One winter he purchased a new sweater to me. As I went along I saw that he had on an old, worn coat. did not think much about it at the time. I understand whenever I see unconditional love today. He did not say nice things to express his concern. Rather, he was demanding the discipline, routines and responsabilities. Sometimes I believed that he was being a bit harsh on me. But now I realize, that is how he had been protecting me about the world. His gruffness was love in the guise of fear [that I would fall or hurt myself or suffer lost direction].

I experienced numerous failures during my early days in career. He did not scold me or heckle me through a lecture. That single sentence, spoken in utter faith, gave me the gas that I require to stick it out.

He did not even make a fanfare when I got my first job. that night he sat peaceably at dinner, and then softly cried out, Bring your mother some sweets. That was the first time I have ever seen his eyes sparkle with tears-tears of happiness, self- satisfaction and affection.

Fathers do not show their emotions in the manner we would want them. However, they give praise in action. So all the unfriendly early morning wake-ups, all the sitting down by your study table, all the walking with you to school, all the waiting in the entrance of exam halls, all these were things that he did to communicate with you in saying, I love you.

He is older now, his hair has turned grey, and his hands are weaker, but he is still putting on the door for me every morning, is playing at play with my child, and often says: You have become such as I should have been. That is the greatest reward to me.

Just these words make me cry. Since I am certain that no matter the place I shall reach in my life, I will always have to thank the man who sacrificed for everything that I have achieved in my life, my father. Conclusion:

Nowadays, we share, mirror and discuss a great number of things. However, fathers tend to be in the background-never saying a word, never moving, but always present and always on guard. They do not want to be noticed. They do not require compliments. They simply expect to see us safe, happy and successful.

He was my first role model when I was growing up, my first instructor, and my everlasting power in life.

He would make me learn how to fight, rise and remain good in a cruel world.

The world can recognize me, but behind my success, my smile, my achievements, there is my father. A guy of subtle power but yet unconquerable support.