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Me and my son

Describe one of your favorite moments.

Over the decades, I’ve lived through countless unforgettable experiences, but none compare to the moment when the hospital nurses announced the birth of my son. In that fleeting instant, I transformed from a carefree child into a responsible adult. A whirlwind of emotionsjoy, responsibility, and nervous excitementswept over me. Holding my newborn son for the first time was both exhilarating and terrifying, his tiny form feeling so fragile in my arms. In the months that followed, I honed the art of cradling babies, evolving from a nervous novice to a confident expert. To my father-in-law’s playful envy, I became the go-to person for soothing our little one to sleep. The photo attached to this post captures one of those proud moments when I had mastered the skill of carrying my son with ease. Looking back, I cherish those early days of fatherhood. They were filled with love, learning, and a… Describe one of your favorite moments.

two yellow colored pages with black writing and drawing on them

What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

Some personal belongings are more than just objectsthey are time capsules that carry the weight of cherished memories. For me, the belongings I hold most dear are those tied to the early days of my family, a time when life was a delicate balancing act. Back then, I was newly married, navigating the uncertainties of young adulthood, with my sona curious, giggling toddlerlighting up our world. Among these treasures are my son’s tiny baby clothes and his first alphabet learning books, worn at the edges from countless bedtime readings. Now, at 26 years old and towering half a foot taller than me, my son is a grown man, but those little outfits and books remain sacred. They’re carefully preserved, tucked away like fragile relics of a fleeting era. My wife feels the same; we can’t bear to part with them. It’s curious how selective memory can be. While some of… What personal belongings do you hold most dear?

A photo of a father and son

Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to

A phase in life I’ll never forget is the time when my son was a toddler. It was a season of strugglesettling into a new job, with our bank balance hovering near zero, life felt relentless. My wife and I weathered those lean days, finding solace in the small, chaotic joys of our son, who was just beginning to explore the world on wobbly legs and with garbled words. Teaching him the alphabet became a daily delight. I still have old tapes of him fumbling through numbers or inventing his own language as he learned to speakprecious relics of a simpler chaos. Raising a child is exhausting, no doubt, but the thrill of watching him take his first step or toddle across the room unaided? That’s a feeling words can’t fully capture. Now, decades later, I find myself missing those days. I hold onto a quiet hope that one day,… Describe a phase in life that was difficult to say goodbye to