When I was born, I was no bastard. His fathering skill was truly mastered. He learned this ability from his dad. Grandpa died, before I was born, which is too bad. He raised me and my brother. I have one dad and no other. He taught me right and not to do wrong. He taught me to work hard and keep going strong. He told me not to be a fool. He worked hard and put me through school. I now teach some students, without a dad. I see an emptiness in them, which is sad. He taught me to live on what you can afford. He taught me to praise and love Jesus, our Lord. He taught me the value of a buck. Because he raised me, I am with luck. I owe him a debt, I can’t repay. So I wish him, “Happy Father’s Day.”

zahida