Story 6
After being diagnosed with Celiac Disease, I thought I’d never eat my dad’s pasta dishes again. But he made sure they stayed exactly the same, just with gluten-free ingredients.
Each Christmas, he makes me my own gluten-free lasagna or baked ziti, even using crushed Rice Chex for the breadcrumbs. He (and my mom) never let me feel like I had to eat something different from the rest of the family. © IllyriaGodKing / Reddit
Story 7
One February night, I stayed over before an early drive from London to Liverpool. I planned to leave by 5:30 a.m. and expected to head out alone.
But my dad woke up half an hour earlier, de-iced my car, and drove it around so it’d be warm for me.
When I thanked him, he casually said, “That’s what dads do.” That small act of kindness speaks volumes about who he is—and why he’s the best in my eyes. © Unknown author / Reddit
Story 8
My dad is deeply caring about our health. When my sister had thyroid tests done, he stayed up all night researching possible issues.
