Letter to My Parents
Dear Papa and Mama,
You have your daughter who is remembering you in this piece of
paper although it seems so worthless. It is worthless because you will not know
what I’m writing here. It may look like the insects scattered here and there on
the bright wall to you. But I know that you will smile when you gently pick the
paper and bring near your nose tips. You will smell a fragrant of something
which you won’t be able to describe what it is. Both of you will argue for a
while mainly on what language I’ve used to write to you. And here I can see
both of you vividly; papa dominating the argument, ‘mom'. Then ‘papa’ will call my
brother in tenth grade and insist him to read for them. He will unfold my
paper with hesitancy and start to read them aloud, translating to which both of
you will give a sigh of relief. Then he will explain my above words missing out
most, exaggerating some and I am sure he will not read you this line. I know he
will be burning inside while muttering the lines about him, but he won't
realize how much I miss him. He then continues, this time with the easy smile
and reads these lines.
Papa
and mama will not be able to estimate how happy and sad I am when I’m writing
you this. I’m happy as I am who I am because of you. And the sadness is just by
thinking how you both are feeling now, when you are hearing what I say from
someone else. And I’m very much sure that the cold feeling of regret visits
your mind…the regret of not being able to write me back your love and
consolations. But I feel I’m really lucky to be born from you, raised by a
corrective father and protective mother engulfed with your profound love. I
can’t tell how much papa and mama meant to me while growing up. I am so proud
to be your daughter.
I can still remember your
whippings papa. You have done it right papa, when other friends of mine
melts on something small reason, I do not despite how great the problem is.
It’s your countless sticks that have made me bold and stronger at heart. And
you fulfilled what the king Solomon said, ’’Foolishness is bound in the heart
of a child; but the rod of correction shall drive it far from him”. Dear
mum, you have sacrificed a lot to keep us safe. You would have some
discussion with Papa as every husband and wife does…but you
always remained superior just to bring a peace at home. I know papa is
also proud of you for having you in his life.
So
when all my words are coming to an end, I only want to bind all my respects for
both of you, that you sacrificed and you missed a lot of special things just to
keep one thing-a perfect relationship between the children and the parents
bounded by love and the God’s guidance. I know you couldn’t provide us a good
house and we are not born with a silver spoon in our mouth but you gave us a
home. I had these emotions since a long time back when you made me a person
able to rationalize things, but I held it till now as you know I never express
things directly.
I love you, my dear parents. You are and always will be my
inspiration.
Yours loving daughter
Hannah
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