Little Suvi, just five years old, walking under a faint moonlight — the road dark, the world unknown.  

But she isn’t scared.  

She’s holding the finger of her first and forever hero — her **Dad**.

She closes her eyes, trusting him completely…  

Yet she stumbles.  

His grip tightens, saving her from falling.  

Tearfully she asks,  

*”Pappa, I was holding your hand… why did I still fall?”*

He smiles, eyes full of love, and says,  

*”Beta, the journey is yours. I’m just here to steady you when you slip… to anchor you, but never to walk it for you.”*

And that’s exactly what you’ve been, Pappa —  

My anchor, my steady hand, my forever hero.

**Happy 80th Birthday, Pappa.**  

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