Dad

That man's existence is not in words, but in deeds forever. The man who burns like a constant star at the end of the day. When you look at his face, the clouds in the sky disappear. The one who walks silently with love; never says anything in his mouth. He never knows his father ,,, there is no end to knowing. He just has to understand. He has to try to understand. The love for the father is exhausted. It is never said

"I love you so much dad"