As my dad came towards the cradle br to see me br ignoring my mom in total br she could see life and love in his eye br anger and alcohol has shown up br 'red' in those all these days...for her to see br br seeing me..touching my tender hands br feeling my face and hair br this rough man missed 'softness' br for the first time in his life br he stood there happy and confused br this intoxication was new to him br br he could not stop coming to see me br he did come every day br he did start talking to my mom br it was about me..only about me br he learned to carry me from my mom br a thrilled dad he became br br on the day of discharge br as he carried me through the corridor...