Dear Papa,
There are so many things I’ve never said out loud, perhaps because I never knew how to put them into words. But today, I want to try — to thank you, to honor you, and to let you know that your quiet sacrifices were never unnoticed.
Growing up, you gave me everything I ever needed — and more. I still remember those school days so vividly. Every year, without fail, you took me to "Mangal Bazar" to buy a new school bag. You never questioned my choice, never hesitated, even when the old one could have lasted another year. You made sure I had everything — a new water bottle, neatly ironed uniforms, pencil boxes, and the little things that made childhood feel full. You replaced them year after year, not because I asked, but because you cared.
At night, you’d sit beside me and help cover my textbooks with brown paper. You never seemed tired — not even after long days at work. You showed up in the smallest, most meaningful ways. And now, looking back, I realize just how big those small gestures were.
You carried the weight of your responsibilities with silence and strength. I remember your shift duties — waking up at 4:30 in the morning, getting ready without making a sound, leaving the house before the rest of us even stirred. You worked so hard, yet you never brought that burden home.
You never interfered in my decisions or questioned my choices. Even when I came home late or spent time out with friends, your trust in me never wavered. That kind of freedom was your way of loving — without conditions, without pressure.
I've seen you go years buying new clothes only occasionally, wearing the uniform until retirement. You always put yourself last and your family first.
Sometimes I feel like I haven’t done enough to deserve all you gave. But then I remember — I still have you by my side. And for that, I am endlessly grateful.
With all my love,
Your Proud Daughter
Mona.❣️
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