He never asked for much. Just respect. Just a phone call. Just a hug on Father’s Day.
When I was little, "anything for daddy" meant sitting quietly in his workshop just to be near him. It meant handing him the wrong wrench and watching him fake a smile anyway. It meant believing he was invincible—a superhero without a cape, just a worn-out leather belt and a cup of black coffee. anything for daddy
Because he gave me everything. His youth. His dreams. His weekends. His back. He never asked for much
Anything for Daddy