Many times I had been told that I was the black sheep of the family. It may be just a careless and foolish endearment from others, but to a once young me, it sounded negative. I was convinced with the label I was tagged. I struggled with the negativity in silence, and no one was aware of my pain. But then there was my dad.
My father's love healed me. When people called me a black sheep, he treated me as the most pristine sheep in the field. He was proud of me being different from the rest. He was honored I knew how to stand my ground...to never simply bend and blindly obey.
My dad not only trusted me. He has unrelenting faith in me. He has always been my rock.
My dad...he gave me direction, not orders. He let me decide and made me responsible for the consequences of my actions. He never doubted my abilities, even when I failed.
My dad's love comforted me during my most vulnerable days. He forgave me for all the times I got his feelings hurt.
I was a stubborn child who was accustomed to punishment. I withstood the 90's form of discipline without shedding a single tear. But when my dad lovingly talked to me, all the walls I built broke down, and I was reduced to a defenseless child. Amazingly, though, it felt right to cry and be weak by his side.
I am grateful to my dad who showed me what really mattered. He instilled in me how to live a life without depending my happiness on other people's validations. I found joy in the most trivial things I share with my family. True friends and family are my treasures.
To my dad, Marcelino, Happy birthday. Your life is a gift to all of us, your children. Your story is one for the book. I love you, and I hope I make you proud.
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