Dear Dad!
Dad’s role has evolved from tangible actions of heaving and shoving car seats and pram, changing diapers, warming milk at wee hours of morning, driving miles to ride Thomas, dropping off at school to quieter ones like assisting in tax filing, and assuring steadfastly he has his son’s back. Dad is undeniably the engine that leads and keeps the home on track; he is the powerhouse who can be safely leaned on - nothing can go willy-nilly with him around. Son, meanwhile, has transmogrified at a rapid pace, like kids do. Those days - extending little arms in supplication, ‘koli, koli’ (read pick me up), beseeching for a ball ‘uck’ (stuck) beneath a couch, rummaging Toys”R”Us shelves to simply grab Thomas (and at least 25 others eventually) with his little palms knowing nothing about check-outs that lightened dad’s pockets, imploring to rush to a nearby store before it dropped its shutters and snagging a Poe Dameron figurine without a hint who he was (Star Wars carved a significant space in o...
