“Tell Me Everything,” He Would Say.

Every person carries a world inside them

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Have you ever witnessed a moment that completely changes how you see the world? I did.
And it happened in the most unexpected place — a dusty construction site where my father taught me the true meaning of love.

Early morning, the sun just peeking over the horizon, and my dad walking through a labour camp. Not like a boss, but like a friend. He would stop, look each worker in the eye, and ask, “How are you?” But he wasn’t just saying words. He was truly listening.

I watched, wide-eyed, as he spoke to every single person. The older worker with weathered hands, the young man dreaming of a better future, the quiet woman carrying silent struggles — each one mattered to him. Completely mattered.

“Tell me everything,” he would say.
And he meant it. Personal problems, work challenges, family issues — nothing was too small.
My father would sit, listen, and try to help.
Can you imagine feeling that kind of care from someone who could have just treated you as another worker?

Love,
I learned, isn’t about grand gestures.
It’s about those small moments of genuine…