After my dad passed away, I began working hard at a very young age. Over the years, I’ve gained a reputation for being independent and my resolution never faltered. I would never want to jeopardize my ego. I knew that if my dad were alive, he would never like me accepting favours. The best I could do to honour his legacy was abide by what he taught me and stand on my own feet.
My friend’s father had once come over to Bangalore during a festival, and I witnessed a beautiful father-daughter conversation. I saw him giving her pocket money. When I looked at them, all I could think of was how my Dad would call out my name, gently caress my hair and hand me my pocket money. He would tell me that every hard-earned rupee was of great value, that I should always spend wisely and meticulously track my spending. Uncle noticed me looking at them and realized that I was longing for my father’s love. He called out to me and gave me 1000 rupees. I was left speechless. I remember how teary-eyed I was because I missed my Dad and thanked Uncle for making me feel so special. Money given out of love is of greater value, even if it’s just a rupee.
P.S. I miss you Dad. Wherever you are, I hope I made you proud 🤗
– Hariprriya
I wish I had a wife like you.
This letter is so emotional and touching.
♥️
FROM LAST WEEK YOUR WRITE UPS WERE EMOTIONAL BASED AND MAY BE I AM NOT GOING START MY BLOG BC I AM FEELING THIS NOT ONLY YOUR’S IT’S MINE TOO. SO WHY COULD I START EXTRA? HAHA! & I WILL CONTINUE THIS COMT. LATER