Обо мне:In a house full of voices, I walk like a ghost with a father’s heart, steady hands carrying four small worlds that don’t know how heavy they are.
Two daughters cling to me like I’m the last warm light in the room, their love soft, uncomplicated, a place where I can breathe.
Two look at me like a stranger, like I’m something sharp in their story, and still I bend myself into gentleness, still I give them the same open door.
I work long hours, nights that blur into mornings, chasing the small joy of their smiles— the only reward I can count on.
And beside me, a wife who feels more like a shadow than a partner, a marriage built from silence instead of touch.
I stand here, a single father in a shared home, carrying love like a burden and a blessing, hoping one day someone will carry me too.
