Life with my Dad...... A life so caring.

**Manifesting My Life with My Dad**

When I picture my life, I always see my dad beside me.

He has always been so gentle with me, caring in ways that feel almost unspoken yet deeply present. After I graduated, when I couldn’t secure a campus job, I remember walking from one company to another with my resume clutched in my hand�"and my dad right there with me, quietly supporting me at every step. He never once made me feel like a burden.

Even during the times I had no job, when my mother urged me toward marriage, my dad chose to listen to me instead. He gave me time�"time to breathe, to try, to apply for a visa, to believe that something better could still happen.

He cooks for me too�"simple meals, but somehow they taste better, filled with a kind of love that cannot be measured. In Baroda, he took care of everything while I went to work, making life easier in ways I didn’t always acknowledge then, but deeply feel now.

I used to watch scenes in movies where a father cooks for his child, and they would bring tears to my eyes. Now I realize�"it was never just cinema for me. It was my life.

I know I haven’t made things easy for him. I was late in finding a job, faced visa rejections, delayed marriage, went through divorce�"and even now, in my midlife, I still lean on him with my struggles. Yet, he has never made me feel guilty for it. Not once.

He even took voluntary retirement, believing in me�"that I would study well and one day support the family. Whether I fulfilled all his expectations or not, I have always tried my best to give him peace, to make him feel that his faith in me was not misplaced.

When I think about the future, especially with my mother’s illness, my heart feels heavy. The thought of a life where we are left alone carries a quiet fear, a sense of inevitable heartbreak.

Old age feels bitter when I imagine it�"when there is no one around to care, no one to share the silence with. I know this is a pain many people carry.

But even in that fear, I find gratitude.

Because I have my dad.
And I have my son.
I have God watching us.

And somehow, that feels like enough.

�" Jessy Jacob ❤️