Bukayo😍

My son shows me his phone. A footballer, dark-skinned and brilliant, glowing across the screen. He beams with pride—finally seeing himself reflected in the heroes he admires. I think of my mother in Chennai, how she'd marvel at this moment. Back home, my father once said representation felt impossible. Yet here my boy stands, watching Bukayo soar, believing anything is possible. We gather around the screen as a family, my Tamil heritage meeting his British life seamlessly. My wife squeezes my hand. This photograph means everything—not just a player, but permission. Permission to belong wholly, to dream without apology, to know his ancestors' strength flows through champions everywhere.