I saw my daughter begging in the street while carrying her baby… She told me her husband had… When I stopped at the red light, I saw my daughter begging, counting coins while holding her baby in her arms.

You didn’t let me down, Sofia.

The world failed you.

She rested her head on my shoulder.

And at that moment I knew something with absolute certainty:

It doesn’t matter how old a father is,

nor how many problems I carry,

nor how weary his heart may be…

When he sees his daughter fall,

He doesn’t ask why.

Just extend your arms

and picks it up again.