The Dreams He Gave Up

When I was a kid, I thought my dad had no life. No friends, no hobbies,

same routine every day. Wake up early. Come home tired. Sleep.

Repeat. One day I asked him, “Dad, what do you do for

fun?” He didn’t answer immediately. He just looked at me and said,

“Watching you grow.” Years later, I found an old notebook while cleaning the house.

Inside were plans… business ideas… dreams. All dated before I was born.

I asked him why he never chased them. He smiled and said, “Some dreams are

expensive. They cost time. And I spent mine on you.” That’s when it hit