Growing up was hard without my dad
He was my role model, my anchor on earth, he released so much positive energy that I could easily draw strength from.
There was no dull moment with my dad around, he would always brighten up our day with his presence, lighten up gloomy rooms with his amazing humour and broad smile. My dad was the best man for my mum and for us, but he left when it was my turn to face life.
He taught me how to ride a bike, how to cook, how to play chess and most importantly, the virtues he imbibed in my siblings and I, my dad made sure to teach us how to face different situations from anger to excessive joy, he taught me how to control my feelings and he always told us that the world is our theatre, we just had to play our role and the sky will be our starting point.
I remember so clearly all our good moments together, his favorite brown suit that I always used to tease him, the days we would fill our carts on Alibaba and just buy a few items in the end, even the days he would play dress up with us. He was definitely the best man in the world.
But he died in a car accident just before I entered college to face the real world. My best man wasn't there to hold my hand through the harsh reality of life. I held on to all his advice over the years which helped me through school. Now I can only reminisce about the moments and thank God for the man he used to form me into who I am today.