As children grow, the bond with their father quietly fades. He’s remembered more for responsibilities than for love. Over time, the home he built becomes unfamiliar — his laughter absent from the noise, his presence unnoticed.
Unlike mothers, fathers are rarely embraced with the same warmth. Calls go to the mother; updates reach him secondhand. He watches life move on from the corner of a quiet room, surrounded by memories.
In the end, a father often lives — and leaves — in silence. Giving everything, expecting nothing.
Isn’t that the unspoken truth of a father’s life?