My father’s Bicycle
I don’t know when my father started riding a bicycle. But I am sure that, this bicycle is as old as my father. It was my daily routine to wait for my father every evening knowing that he will keep me in his bicycle and take me to the ride. That was one of my happiest moment of childhood. He drove me and my sister to school every single day from the first day of school to the day I was able to drive to school. Still, at the age of 68, he is riding a bicycle. That wrinkle on his face and the rust on his bicycle show the struggle, circumstance, and experience, of his life for his family.
There is one kind of bond between my father and bicycle. Every morning, my dad used to carry the packets of sweets on his bicycle and sell them. And at a daytime, he used to go office. Everyday he had something in his pockets for me and my sister. I still remember that day when police took his bicycle and did not return for 3 days. There was no way to earn without his bicycle. In that 3 days, I was clearly able to notice the stress on his face. But in front of me, he never stops smiling.
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Any fool can be a father, but it takes a real man to be a daddy.
Both my father and his cycle encourage me to move forward in my life. Riding on the bicycle and selling the sweets was not an easy task. But he did not forget his responsibilities. My family is not a wealthy family. My dad saved every single penny he earned from work to buy anything that I needed. One day I asked my daddy,” Daddy why don’t you stop riding this old bicycle? Now I can work for you. You should take a rest”. With a smile on his face, he said I started riding a bicycle when you haven’t seen this world. I love this as much as I love you. I cannot feed you if I haven’t learned how to ride the bicycle. This bicycle doesn’t only carry my goods but it carries your desire and share my responsibilities towards you. Yes, now you can earn more than me. But I am able to see you in this position because of this bicycle.
Thank you, Daddy
I am still struggling to find the right words to say thank you. For all that you have given me and taught me, for the very first day as far as my memory goes back, when I had given you a hard time running around in park and you would run behind me even after a hard and tiring day at work, to the days when I had typhoid and you would not sleep the entire nights.Thanks a lot for not only giving me lives but also for making it worth living. Thank you for not only giving me love but also for making it unconditional. Thank you for not only encouraging me but also for teaching us to do my best.
I will really run out of the words and the whole dictionary won’t be able to help me to pen my feelings, to convey tremendous love and respect I have for my Dad. Your guiding hand on my shoulders will remain with me forever. You made us believe that I could do anything. Through the years, I’ve come to realize that my Dad did the best he could with what he had at the time as a father. He’s always been a good man – a hard worker, volunteer, inspiration. Even now when I feel depressed you would say “Everything will be OK”. Knowing that you are always there for me I feel energized and happy.
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