Happy Men's Day to the first hero of my life my father. The one who held my tiny hands when I took my first steps, who handled every childhood tantrum with patience, who sat through every annual function with proud eyes, and who never missed a single parent-teacher meeting because he wanted to be there for every moment of my life. You are the man who taught me strength without shouting, love without conditions, and patience without complaining. You worked silently in the background, carrying every burden so my path could stay light. You never let me feel alone, even on my worst days. Growing up made me realise something beautiful no matter how old I become, I will always need you in ways only a daughter can understand. Thank you, Papa, for being my safe place, my guidance, and my forever hero. Hove you endlessly. Happy Men's Day to the man who didn't just raise me. He shaped me.