Father's love
Of all loves. I am most sensitive to the love of my father. It is as if that love has always been in the shadow of motherly love, which is not even questioned. The truth is, the mother gives birth and her relationship with the child is not broken by cutting the umbilical cord. I myself have witnessed so many times those moments when a mother feels whether her child is well or in some kind of trouble. The mother is a special being in the life of each of us, but no less special is the father. Perhaps because I grew up with my father in my life, I learned to recognize every flicker on his face, to discern and distinguish a sigh of relief from a sigh of hope, a gleam in his eye when he bursts into incomprehensible joy or some momentary helplessness. The love of the father is divine. They are there, watching, protecting and guarding, rejoicing and mourning without the pomp to which we women are more inclined. Of all loves, I am most sensitive to the love of my father. Father - a pearl in a shell of strength.
Brankica Damjanović
They say sons are mom’s pets, daughters are dad’s princesses.