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Two fathers...unlimited love!

To the two most amazing fathers I have known so far!

To the father who thinks beyond money
who thinks daughters are no less to sons
who thinks the best thing he could give his daughters is their education
who never thinks that cooking is only a woman's job and still cooks at home
who prepares much loved home-made pickle for her daughter instead of getting the store brought one
who doesn't care what others think when he is doing the right thing
who defied the societal rules and went out of his way just to give a beautiful life to his daughter in her rightful way!
Happy Father's Day dear Dad!

To the father who delivered his baby with the same (or may be more!) grit, passion and pain as his wife, excepting the physical pain and scars!
who takes care of his kid also like a mother
who never shows patriarchy
who is never tired and always plays along with his child, almost like a sibling
who never minded changing diapers, cleaning bum or giving bath to his baby
who gives the best childhood to his kid by believing in letting him be
who lets the mother in his wife to be at peace, by taking care of the kid while she is away
Happy Father's Day dear hubby!

And to all other wonderful Fathers who live by example, Happy Father's Day!

Comments

Anonymous said…
Nice toast Sowmya to two of the three most important men in your life sowmya😊
Anonymous said…
May your lil man read this and grow up to be that man some other woman will cherish in her life later on.
Good post. Keep it coming.
sanchi said…
Thanks Kavitha! I hope so too :)

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