What they say.

They say he’s your dad, but what does that mean? A name on a birth certificate, a familiar face, but does he feel like a father? Was he there in the quiet moments, when the world felt too heavy? Did he listen, did he stay, or was he just a presence that came and went, never settling, never truly seeing you? They say blood makes family, but family is more than biology. So, is he really your dad? Or just someone who happened to be there when you came into the world?