As we arrived at the waiting shed, the air enveloped us in a comforting embrace, rich with the earthy scents of damp soil and freshly cut grass. My father, ever attentive and vigilant, instantly redirected his focus towards my mother, his concern palpable as he sought to determine her condition. It was a profound reflection of his inherently protective nature, one that seemed to intensify with each passing day, even though my mother’s pregnancy was still in its early stages and hardly perceptible to an untrained gaze. For most, the subtle physical changes she experienced would go unnoticed, yet for my father, they were signals that warranted his affectionate scrutiny. I found solace in this aspect of his character—his unwavering dedication to the well-being of our family provided a sense o
