My father is a master builder. He creates tall buildings in our city.

Every day, Dad wears a hard hat and carries his blueprints to work.

He looks at the plans and imagines the buildings rising high.

He tells me stories of the homes he builds for families.

Sometimes, we walk by the buildings and I feel proud of my dad.

Dad draws a house and I try to add windows and a door.

Today is special. We are celebrating a building Dad finished!

We go to the new building. It is big and strong, like my dad.

Dad cuts a ribbon and everyone claps. My heart feels happy.

At dinner, we toast to Dad. 'To the master builder!' we cheer.

Dad smiles and hugs me tight. 'We build our dreams,' he says.

I fall asleep dreaming of the houses I'll build one day.