Dear Dad, I love you. I know writing a letter in this day and age seems a little too old fashioned but sometimes, penning down words seem easier than standing in front of you and telling you how much you mean to me. It's because of you that today, I can call myself a strong and independent woman. From pushing me on a swing as a child to teaching me how to drive a car, you have always kept my happiness and independence before everything else. I still remember how you stood behind me, while I struggled to gain my balance while learning how to ride the bicycle. How you insisted on removing those training wheels because you felt I was big enough to ride solo. And how, when I rode perfectly without falling, you jumped up in glee and shouted "Yay!" How can I ever forget how after my class 12th boards, you insisted I learn to drive because I needed to be independent. And even though I scratched your precious car a few times, you laughed it off and said, "Pay me back when you get your first job."
Do you remember how you taught me to fix things around the house? Be it a loose computer wire or hooking up the new home theater, you were the one who made sure I could work with tools even though I didn't need to.
When I was on the cusp of choosing a career, you held my hand and told me to do what I wanted to. The day I got my first job, I still remember you proudly telling everyone about it even though it wasn't a fancy one. And years later, when I finally got my breakthrough, you were the proudest.
Source: Sarah Best Health