The roar of the plane’s engines filled the small tarmac, reverberating through the father’s chest, but he barely noticed. His eyes were fixed on his daughters, who now moved with a confidence and grace that spoke of years of discipline, determination, and sacrifice. He saw in their posture every long night of study, every flight simulator session, every early morning run to catch buses to school when the village roads were still coated in mud.
He remembered vividly the first time he realized he would have to choose between food for himself or books for his daughters. That evening, sitting on the earthen floor, he had whispered, “You can eat leaves… you can skip rice… but you must learn. You must reach higher than I ever could.” And they had taken him at his word.
