When a little girl found out that her dad’s job meant climbing tall, swaying utility poles every day, her heart filled with worry. ⚡💔
She watched him lace up his boots each morning, helmet shining under the sun, and whispered, “Daddy, what if you fall?” 👨‍👧🌤️

Her father smiled, brushing her hair aside, assuring her that he’d always be careful. But children’s hearts know no rest when love is involved. 💞
So that night, she gathered her crayons, scissors, and a small piece of cardboard — and began to craft something magical. ✂️🎨

The next morning, she handed him a gift: a pair of paper wings — uneven, colored with bright pinks and yellows, held together by tape and hope. 🪽🌈
“These will help you fly if you fall, Daddy,” she said, her voice trembling with innocence and love. 💕

He laughed gently, his eyes glistening. That day, he tucked those wings into his work vest, right between his shoulder blades — close enough to feel her presence every time he climbed. 💪🕊️

Three months later, those fragile wings are still there — a little crumpled, sun-faded, and frayed at the edges, yet never forgotten. 🌞💖
Every morning before sunrise, he touches them — a ritual, a prayer, a father’s promise to come home. 🙏👨‍👧

Because love doesn’t always shout. Sometimes, it whispers through paper wings, a child’s drawing, or a tiny hand on your cheek. 🩷✨
And in that quiet simplicity lies something stronger than fear — the power to keep flying, no matter how high the climb. ⚡🌈🕊️