In a quiet town nestled between rolling hills, a boy named Leo lived with his father, Daniel. Unlike other fathers, Daniel was different—his mind had never fully grown up. Due to an accident long ago, he saw the world through the eyes of a child, even though he was an adult. Leo loved his father dearly, but sometimes, it was hard. While other dads went to work and fixed things around the house, Daniel preferred playing with toy cars, eating candy for breakfast, and building pillow forts in the living room. He would laugh at cartoons and run around in the rain, his joy as pure as any child’s.

One day at school, Leo's classmates found out about his father.

"Your dad acts like a baby!" one boy sneered."Does he still need bedtime stories?" another mocked.

Leo clenched his fists. He wanted to shout that his dad was kind and fun, that he made every day an adventure. But shame crept into his heart, and he just ran home.

That evening, Daniel noticed Leo was quiet. He sat beside him and offered a lollipop."Sad?" Daniel asked, tilting his head.

Leo hesitated, then finally spoke. "Why can't you be like other dads?"

Daniel's face turned serious—an unusual sight. "I don’t know. But I love you, Leo. Always."

The next day, Leo’s class had a field day, and parents were invited. He was nervous—what if his dad did something embarrassing? But when Daniel arrived, something unexpected happened. Instead of standing on the sidelines like the other parents, he jumped into the games, laughing and running with the kids. He cheered for everyone, not just Leo. Soon, the children were playing with him, giggling at his endless energy.

Even the boy who had mocked Leo smiled. "Your dad is kinda cool," he admitted. Leo beamed with pride. Maybe his dad was different, but different wasn’t bad. In fact, it was pretty amazing.

That night, as they built another pillow fort, Leo realized something: his father may have had the mind of a child, but his heart was the strongest of any dad in the world.