My Story
A Dad Without Footsteps
A father torn by the sudden absence of his son, navigating heartbreak and hope. Through raw emotions, stories, and memories, I share the journey of love, loss, and the desire for reunion.
If You Ever Wonder Why I Stepped Back, My Son…
To the boy who once held my finger and never let go,
There are some letters too heavy to write and too important not to.
If you’re reading this, it means you’ve started asking questions. Maybe someone told you, “Your father didn’t care enough to call.”
Maybe they said, “He disappeared because he never truly loved you.”
Let me tell you what really happened not to prove a point, not to win a fight – but so you never carry a single doubt about how deeply you are loved.
In the Beginning, There Was Just Us
From the day you were born, September 4, 2015, I changed. I had waited for you like a dream that was real. Before your tiny fingers could grip, I held books in my hands, parenting books, psychology, stories about resilience. I wanted to be the kind of father who not only raised a child, but helped him grow wings.
And when you came into this world, nothing else mattered.
Soccer evenings, skating, lawn tennis, I was there. I sat with you as you scribbled, calculated, laughed, cried. I built games, designed worksheets, turned maths into magic, and sleep into shared stories.
But somewhere along the way, the home we built began to fracture.
The Narrative That Wasn’t Mine
Your mom and I started disagreeing about how to raise you.
I wanted you to grow strong by falling, to think freely, to question.
She, perhaps afraid, or under pressure, wanted something else.
Then came the day when I heard your voice but it didn’t sound like you.
It was your birthday. I tried to reach you.
And you sent a message.
Not just words, but words I knew didn’t come from your heart.
You said, “I’m saying what you told me to say, Mom.”
Do you know what that did to me?
It shattered me not because you sent it, but because I knew you were in a storm, torn between what you felt and what you were told to feel.
Why I Didn’t Keep Trying (But Never Stopped Loving)
After that moment, every time I tried to reach out, I feared one thing:
That my love would be weaponized against you.
That if I knocked, they’d twist it to make you more afraid.
That if I showed up, they’d say I was disturbing you.
That if I tried again, they’d say “See? He’s the bad guy. He’s forcing you.”
I wasn’t silent because I stopped loving you.
I was silent because loving you meant protecting you even from my own longing to see you.
I wanted you to feel safe.
Even if that meant I had to be the villain in someone else’s story for a while.
I Still See You, Even If You Don’t See Me
A few days ago, I saw your video from the mountains.
Your face, your eyes they spoke more than your voice ever could.
There was joy, yes but there was also a quiet question in your gaze.
A feeling I know too well: Something is missing.
Son, I see you.
I see the boy who once meditated with me.
I see the child who laughed during our maths games.
I see the boy who hugged me after every skating session.
You’re still in there. And I’m still right here.
What I Hope You Know
If no one else ever tells you the truth, let me be the one who does:
You were never abandoned.
You were never unloved.
You were never forgotten.
I stepped back so you wouldn’t be pushed further away.
I stayed quiet so your mind wouldn’t be filled with more confusion.
I chose pain for myself so you’d have peace.
🌱 Someday, When You're Ready…
I hope this reaches you when you’re old enough to ask your own questions.
Maybe you’re 15, maybe 20. Maybe a father yourself.
But if you ever look back and wonder “Why did Dad go silent?” let this be your answer.
Because I loved you enough to let you go,
Hoping that one day, you’d walk back not out of guilt, not out of pressure,
But out of your own memory of who I truly was.
And when that day comes, I won’t ask, “Why did it take you so long?”
I’ll simply say, “I missed you. I’m so glad you’re home.”
With all the love that words can’t hold,
Your Papa
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