My father came to this country from the Philippines with nothing but determination in his heart. He met my mother in Brooklyn, and together they built a life that gave my brother and me the foundation we stand on today. We were lucky to grow up with his love—steady, quiet, and rooted in sacrifice. He carried the weight of his journey with pride, and though he didn’t always have the words, he showed us love in the best way he knew how. No matter where he was, he’d find a way to call me on my birthday—every year. It took me a long time to understand the depth of his lessons—his discipline, perspective, and way of showing care. But now, even though he’s no longer here, I hear him in my decisions. I feel him in my strength. And I carry his spirit with me, always. Happy Father’s Day