My father is on strong man,

just like the expectations layed before him from society,

he never showed his true emotions.

He never shed many tears,

I always thought of him as some immortal being,

stronger than the average human.

I thought nothing could knock him down and even more.

But on that depressing day,

the day of my grandfather's funeral.

I saw a different side of my dad.

When they closed the casket of my grandfather all of us were in tears.

I looked over to my dad and saw a sight I have never seen before he was baling his eyes out crying and shaking uncontrolably.

It pained me to see it, he had to step out because it was too much for him.

To see his dad gone for the rest of his life and I hadn't realised it till now my dad is human just like me and has so many emotions but usually keeps them locked up and throwing the key away.

Till now I thought nothing bothered my dad, 

but I learned things do.

Right now he is a broken mirror and I don't know what to do to comfort him because I'm afraid that with one touch, one word, one action I can break him completely.

He has put me back together when I was broken,

but till now I have never seen him broken.

It's my turn to help him put himself back together.