No, it is not father’s day but I just thought about my father whom I called as “Bapa” in my mother tongue for his love, guidance and blessings which came to me in disguise. He never told me what to do but showed in action by working hard and helping our extended family when they needed. My father was an orphan who studied under the public lamp post at night and worked to support his adopted widow mother during day time. He made a life for himself and his extended family by working frugally and tactfully. I never saw him wearing a pair of shoes. Yes, he went every where bare foot since it was a warm place where we are from. My friends used to make fun of him being on bare foot which I did not like at all while growing up. When I go to a shoe store I often wished if I could have bought a pair of shoes for him. Generally I pen my stories about people in which I explore my experience and impart stories about their life. Now I know how much my father scarified to make our life better than his life. He brought up his nine children without his wife (he lost my mom when I was very young) and built a nice home for us at Pathuria Sahi, Puri. He also owned land to supplement his income which secured our family financially. I will say that it is not too late for me to admit proudly that “Bapa” thank you for doing everything you did for yr family. I am trying to do the same for my family. A better life for them at USA. This is an important post from me in social media for U all which comes from my ❤️.