He was My Father When I was small, he would sometimes pick up people who were hailing cabs along the way. He wasn't supposed to not with me in the vehicle. But i was six or seven and was barely noticed I could never under stand why the passengers treated him with such patronizing disregard. He was"cabbie and driver and you No, he wasnt; he was my dad He always looked so strong, so able to protect me,so powerful. Powerful enough to cry when he felt the need. He wept when my grandmother died. Confusing. He came into my room, saw the fear and apprehension on my face, and recited a short prayer with me for my grandma and his mother. He kissed me, held my hand and then drove me to school before putting his 12 hours in. He was my fatherWhen I was small, he would sometimes pick up people who were hailing cabs along the way. He wasn’t supposed to, not with me in the vehicle. But I was six or seven and was barely noticed. I could never under stand why the passengers treated him with such patronizing disregard. He was “cabbie’ and “driver” and “you!” No, he wasn’t; he was my dad. He always looked so strong, so able to protect me, so powerful. Powerful enough to cry when he felt the need. He wept when my grandmother died. Confusing. He came into my room, saw the fear and apprehension on my face, and recited a short prayer with me for my grandma and his mother. He kissed me, held my hand and then drove me to school before putting his 12 hours in. He was my father. He Was My Father