How you believed that nothing bad could ever happen to you because your parents are the best in the whole world?
And when you were a little girl, you believed that your dad is the strongest of all. You handed him your tiny schoolbag which seemed so heavy at that time, but you gave it to him anyway because you knew he was strong. At Diwali, you held out the oh-so-heavy lights in your tiny arms so that he could put 'em up in the balcony. At the airport, you would run to dad while the bags arrives pompously on the conveyor belt and he gave you the smallest one and picked the heaviest for himself..You believed he's invincible and that he could beat Superman at his own game too.
There comes a time when you hold his hand to realize just how thin he has grown, he no longer can climb up that tree or dig up a hole just for your silly little child game that you had once enjoyed. At the airport, you're the one who holds the heaviest bag and still take him by the hand, and guide him to the arrival lounge.
The role is reversed. You're no longer Daddy's special little girl but another ordinary woman who has to take care of her ailing father.
But then, comes a striking realization. Maybe he's no longer got those muscles that awed you, maybe his feats no longer amaze you, maybe you've seen too much to be surprised at his little tricks that are carried out to impress you.
But- he was, is and always will be your special Superman.
And maybe you're no longer daddy's special little girl, but now, your father has passed his legacy onto you and made you his Superwoman. And the cycle continues with your own child.
Life's tough, give it your all.