Trains 2021

Since I can remember, trains and engines have held a special place in my heart. Even as a 25-year-old adult, the sight of an engine rolling into the platform fills me with a sense of joy that never wanes. But it wasn't until recently that I truly understood the reason behind this deep affection.

As I waited for my train one day, another train passed by, triggering a profound realization within me. Each train I encounter serves as a reminder of my father's love and the sacrifices he made to support my dreams. Growing up near railway stations, I witnessed my father's dedication firsthand as he managed the hustle and bustle of trains using the latest gadgets, which always left me in awe.

However, with time, technology evolved, and my father aged. The once-familiar gadgets now seemed daunting to him, and the toll of night shifts and physical discomfort became more evident. Yet, despite the challenges, he continued to fulfill his responsibilities without complaint, driven by his unwavering commitment to provide for our family.

As I embarked on my own journey into adulthood and started earning, I couldn't help but marvel at the stark contrast between our circumstances. While I may earn more than he did in his early career, my father remains my steadfast support system, always there when I need him.

In recent years, however, a distance has grown between us. Perhaps it was fueled by my own insecurities about my career and his concern for my well-being. Yet, amidst this distance, I've come to realize the importance of embracing our shared dreams—the dreams we both worked tirelessly to achieve.

It's time to shed self-doubt and confront challenges head-on, knowing that our aspirations are bigger than any setbacks we may face. My father's resilience and dedication serve as a constant source of inspiration, reminding me of the strength that lies within our bond and the dreams we continue to pursue together.


16122021

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