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Prologue: For the One Still Hoping to Be Seen This isn’t anti-Father’s Day. It’s pro-humanity. It’s for every adult child whose first heartbreak wasn’t romantic, but paternal. For those who sat by the window, waiting for a father who didn’t come. Or worse, who did come—and still made you feel invisible. This is for the ones who learned early that "manhood" doesn’t always mean protection. That presence without tenderness still wounds. And absence without explanation leaves a s

What if no one ever protected you? Or you have never felt protected? What if no one stood between you and harm? What if there was no father waiting at the finish line, no steady hand on your shoulder, no voice that quietly said, I’ve got you? What if Father’s Day never felt like a celebration — because there was no one to celebrate? Or perhaps there was a father, but only in name. A face in an old photograph. A man who lived nearby but remained emotionally unreachable. A man