Here’s to my camera shy, cave man dad. He has always been a fierce and austere person who is well known in the family for his temper. If there is one person in this world that he listens to, it’s me. I catch my mom getting jealous of me (at least that’s what I think it is) sometimes for how much he values my word. I have never seen that man cry in my entire life (even when his mom had passed away) except for once when I was leaving to the in-law’s house after the wedding. He said nothing but burst into tears hugging me and covering his face with my scarf. We have always been a family that never expressed how much we loved each other, but have always been showing it in countless other ways. Today as I come home, my mom tells me how excited he has been for the last one week about my visit to India that sometimes he wakes up in the middle of the night and starts speaking about the things he should do in the house before I come home and tells my mom to cook the food that I like etc. I would never be able to repay them for the trouble they have gone through for bringing me into this world and the sacrifices they both made for making sure I get a good life.