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Because it’s hard to say in Person!



We need men. We- mothers, daughters and sisters need men to raise ourselves. Most important role of any men is of Father. And that the bond of father-daughter shares is indescribable. I am not that type who would keep posting pictures with dad on Facebook or WhatsApp. Even I won’t hug my dad just to wish him Happy Father’s Day. And I might not want my dad to read this post also. So here it goes; my feelings for my dad.

Dearest Dad,

You are the only man in my life who loved me before I was even born. Loved me before I could open my eyes or speak anything. I am now 22 but your love for me still remains intact. I have always looked up to you, I want to become like you. Even as a child, I loved your attention; running behind you everywhere. I still remember the day when I changed my school, how you came till my classroom to drop me and ensured that I had a place to sit and someone as a classmate to make me comfortable. I still remember how those eyes were filled with pride when in every course, in every test, pretty much in anything when I excelled. Today when I get upset over my boss for talking in a harsh tone with me, I know you are always there to listen to it and make me understand. You know I love you the most because every time I met with an accident I was so afraid to call you, and when you would ask me the reason, I would end up crying by seeing you. You have till now never raised your voice when it comes to your daughter and that is I can easily share everything with you. I am so proud of the fact that you respect my every decision regarding studies or regarding marriage. You have never forced me for something. All you wanted is me to get excelled in whatever I do in my life and be independent to accomplish my own needs. On this day, I still remember the days of your struggle still providing best education in best school to me. You had to earn at age of 16 to survive and still you managed to get a degree on your own terms. And today you are so successful. Still I hate it when you don’t get yourself anything. And that is why even if once in a while you get yourself a phone or a car we are so happy. Every son should learn from you how to take care of his mother. I still know your endless sleepless night while grandmother was sick. You are the best. And dad, I promise you one day that I would get you a big car; would not let you pay for my weeding and under me you and mom would live a comfortable life. At least you deserve these after providing me the best education. Thank you isn’t enough for anything.

Yours loving daughter,
Pranjali


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