When I was younger, I thought strength meant loud voices and grand gestures. But my father taught me otherwise. He was never the loudest in the room, but somehow, his silence spoke volumes. He didn’t always say “I love you,” but he showed it, through early mornings, late nights, and sacrifices we didn’t even notice until we grew older. He was the man who fixes things without asking for a thank you, who gave up his portion so we could have seconds, who stood like a shield between the world and his family. Today, I honor not just my father, but every quiet giant out there, building legacies in silence, carrying weight without applause. Happy Father’s Day to the men whose strength isn’t always seen, but always felt. @kjkspeaks