To Dad, Papa, Ababa, Baba, Abee.
The displaced fathers, those who’ve left their kids behind, those who’ve watched their kids leave with no idea if or when they’ll see them again.
The Babas who left before their babies were born.
The dads trying to parent while living in camps and crossing borders on their journeys of exile.
The papas in heaven.
The fathers campaigning and volunteering everywhere because they can’t bear to see the injustices of the world.
We see you.
Happy Father’s Day.