Ileriayo19
He was supposed to be my first hero, the man whose shadow I'd walk in, whose voice would calm the storms in my little world. But some fathers are only fathers by name.
This is the story of absence louder than presence, of love that was never given, of wounds that time alone cannot heal. A tale of a child who searched for a father in empty promises, in men who carried his face but not his heart.
But pain has a way of shaping us, of turning brokenness into something unbreakable. This is not just a story of loss, it is a story of finding strength in what was missing.