I am just like my dad

Today, as I watched my dad stand among his peers, delivering a speech with quiet confidence and warm dignity, I saw something that stopped me in my tracks.
I saw myself in him.

The way he greeted people calm, kind, never loud but always present. The way he held himself in a room full of people, never clinging to groups, but still somehow connected to everyone. It felt like looking in a mirror. I realized… I’m just like him.

There was something beautifully soft about it. How he smiled gently while talking to others. How he led the prayer, standing at the front with sincerity and grace.
It wasn’t just proud, it was heartwarming.

I couldn’t help but wonder what kind of emotions he carried at my age. Was he also quiet sometimes? Did he also feel things deeply while staying composed on the outside? I want to see his deepest core of heart how he feels for the world. i want to embrace that . 

He worked hard as a young man, built his life with honesty and strength. And somehow, in his eyes, I could see dreams that looked a lot like mine. His eyes, His dreams, his passions, his desire, his eagerness , his kindness everything is just same as like me . 

like my dad, I smile. I greet. I know everyone, and everyone knows me.

But sometimes… even in the middle of it all, I feel this quiet emptiness.

It’s not loneliness, exactly.
It’s the feeling of watching people form pairs, form circles , their closeness wrapping them up in invisible threads I can’t quite reach.
Even when I’m standing in a group, laughing, talking… a part of me feels like I’m just floating on the edge. A little outside. A little disconnected.

I have bonds with many, but none that cling. I’m known, but not always held.

Still, I think there’s a quiet beauty in it too
To be the one who sees what others don’t, who understands the silence between words, who connects with everyone… just in a different kind of way.