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