He is the kind that is hard
And hides his feeling inside

He is the type that is kind and devoted to grant his family the best life

He is the kind that doesnt know how to show his love
And mask it behind being strong

He is the kind that wont let you see him cry

He is the kind that had sacrificied everything for my sister and me
The kind that has always supported me mentally

He is the kind that is protective
If you dont know him you might find him aggressive

He is the type that goes to church every week
The type that used to kiss me before i sleep

Its true that sometimes we didnt agree
Lots of fights happened between him and me

Still my only wish is for him to be proud of me

I love him and maybe never showed him

Maybe i grew up to be somehow like him

I love him and regret lots of things

I should have understood all this since i was a kid

He is the type that a son would be proud of to have

He is my Father
And i thank God for that..

Words Of Harfouchism