I live a quality life because my father doesn’t

You see me fly, you see me wander, you see me explore,

But the struggle my father endures for this is what people often ignore.

I live a quality life because my father doesn't,

I might agree to adjust at times, but for me, he wouldn't.

I take more than a dozen flights a year and fly to places,

Because my father drives the same sedan through countless phases.

You see me wandering the world and posting myself alone,

My father backs my trips and wanders with me through video calls on the phone.

He never complains about my long bills or high-maintenance problems,

He just cuts down on his small expenses and gives me all the freedom.

He feels happy but also sad because he wants to give me more,

But he never realizes that I feel the same emotion to my core.

I am happy for the same reasons as he, but not similarly sad,

I am living the life I want, but not him—that is what makes me feel bad.

my father 

                                                                                                              ~Aastha!<3