A daughter's letter to her father on the eve of her leaving home to go to college. A letter that shows what wonders an involved father can do in a daughter's life!
A daughter’s letter to her father on the eve of her leaving home to go to college. A letter that shows what wonders an involved father can do in a daughter’s life!
Dear Daddy,
Just yesterday I was your little buttercup, who used to play with her dolls and was always busy planning ways to trouble you.
Tomorrow I will be leaving the cozy shell of yours and will step into a new world – my college, with new people and a new life.
Daddy, thank you for always being there for me. You were always there for me from my crayons to my writing pen. I have that doll which reminds me of all the demands which you fulfilled, without me asking. Dad you gave me the greatest gift anyone could give another person. You believed in me. You saw my notebook to facebook phase too. You played like a kid, gave advice like a friend and protected me like a body guard.
But Dad, how will I face this new world? How will I make my own identity among the crowd? I never started my day without seeing your face, your sparkling eyes which had dreams for me, your smile which was there just to make my day. Any trouble you were in never showed on your face.
You gave me all the love I needed, Daddy. I never asked for anything from you, still you knew my craving for books, foot wear, fancy clothes etc. You cared for me in my illness. I still have my first bicycle which reminds me that you will be there to hold my hand when my balance breaks down.
Dad you never said no to me. You read my heart before I even myself was not sure. You were standing somewhere behind me when I got my first prize. I still crave for the happiness in your eyes with which you saw my good grades!
You were with me in all my ups and downs. When the whole world seemed to be against me you never left my back. This loving bond between us can never be broken. Dad maybe you have silver in you hair but that heart of yours is all gold.
The lessons of life you taught me, the guidance and support will always be my backbone in all the phases of life.
You have to promise me daddy you will not miss me and take good care of yourself and my mother. Your blessings will again be my support in the new life.
My eyes are wet because I am leaving you, but these eyes await to see the bright future ahead. My heart is heavy because of the pain of saying goodbye, but this heart is still beating to love the new ones to come into my life.
These lines from Tenth of December by George Saunders truly mean a lot:
“He was a father. That’s what a father does. Eases the burdens of those he loves. Saves the ones he loves from painful last images that might endure for a lifetime.”
Take care Daddy.
Always your loving baby.
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