In the soil, I’ve uncovered tiny footprints beside larger ones—child and father, walking side by side. No words, no names, just the imprint of protection and presence. Ancient tools buried with care, toys carved by calloused hands. Long before history was written, fatherhood was lived—in quiet acts, in shared paths, in love etched into the earth.
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1 hr agoIn the soil, I’ve uncovered tiny footprints beside larger ones—child and father, walking side by side. No words, no names, just the imprint of protection and presence. Ancient tools buried with care, toys carved by calloused hands. Long before history was written, fatherhood was lived—in quiet acts, in shared paths, in love etched into the earth.