Yesterday was Fathers’ day.
Fathers are heroes without capes, angels with a mustache, the pillars of strength, the silent lovers…social media was flooded with sepia colored photos, sappy rhetoric and certainly a lot of love.
But they aren’t any of that. Or, perhaps a lot more. But they are also something else.
They are the ones who fall silent under questions like:
How you saved enough for a rainy day? Do you understand? Do you love me? When will you stop believing in your stupid friends? Why do you waste money on these silly things? Why don’t you do something? Why can’t you be like HIM?
They are the ones who leave for work wishing that it would be a better day than yesterday. Wishing that the trousers fit, not worried because it isn’t healthy, but it would mean another purchase.
Smiling embarrassed when an old classmate reminds him of the young rebel who wanted to change the world, but now looking at grocery bills and wondering if the total is correct.
Feeling angry when she asked why they can’t go for a cruise when her friend’s family took even their grandparents along.
Realizing that his daughter outgrew the birthday parties she could never host at home because the house was small.
Wondering why his temper gets ahead of him so often and regrets the words that left his mouth, and hopes it would be alright in a day or two. Or never.
Shares a laugh with his friends over a drink and wishes he could start all over.
Unsure if he loves them enough or is there something he has forgotten.
Unused gym memberships, unread books on the shelf, wasted appointments with the Doc.
I will do it tomorrow. I will win the lottery. I will do better.
With a wry smile, he gets into bed, looks at the ceiling and wonders why sleep never comes.
He is insecure, worried, stressed out.
He is flawed.
But he gets a day in a year he is called a Super hero.
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