There’s something like a line of gold thread running through a man’s words when he talks to his daughter, and gradually over the years it gets to be long enough for you to pick up in your hands and weave into a cloth that feels like love itself.
—John Gregory Brown
It’s often said that daughter’s take after their father. I took after mine.
Our story started from the time I was in the making, in my mother’s womb. My father was not in favour of having a second child, he thought that its important to give a single child all they can , rather than dividing that among two. But when my mother decided to go ahead with her pregnancy he didn’t stop her.
Things started changing when my presence became visible to his eyes. The day he laid his eyes on me, I become his favourite.
Our first resemblance is our looks, I had his eyes, his colour, his jaw and his smile. An exact replica of him. People who have never seen me before, recognize me at once as his daughter. I have always been regarded as his daughter.
Our bond doesn’t stop over our looks, it goes much deeper than banyan roots. We agree, we disagree more. We love, we fight a little more. We are funny in our own ways. Two adamant , stubborn duo who love each other immensely and take pride calling each other father and daughter.
My father is an impatient teacher, I am a moody student. So our life has been a sweet and sour tale.
He has a peculiar way of showing his love. And it took me 25 years to understand this love of his.
When I was a little girl, my father’s lap was my second home. I use to eat there, sleep there and laugh there. As I grew up, my habit took a new twist, I started sleeping without dinners. How much, however my mother tried to keep me awake, my sleep didn’t wait for anyone. All those nights when I thought I didn’t have dinner, my father kept feeding me while I was asleep. There was not a single day when my father let me sleep without food.
When I entered my teens, I became stubborn and rebellious child. And all my uncanny desires were fulfilled by my father. Sometimes it was with a fight, sometimes with tears, sometimes by sarcasm, but he made my wishes come true.
My every single achievement brought glitters in his eyes, they spoke of a proud father. He pushed me to get into extra curricular activities. He taught me that life exists outside the academic curriculum. He was my keen listener, for each final debate practice of mine. He was spectator of each final dress rehearsal for my dance competition. He openly supported my reading adventures. He was the first reader for all my writing escapades. My confidence is his bequeath.
Sometimes you never know that unknowingly how much you have learned from your parents. There are so many beautiful lessons and things we unconsciously gather in our system. Its only after years that we realize that we took it from them.
I can’t describe in words how much indebted I am, for all those great advises of yours.
When I was hopeless about my career you said to me “Remember my darling, there is no substitute for hard-work, and it pays off , if not today but sure it will,do,tomorrow.” And this advice of yours has become my holy grail.
We have come a long way, from fighting for reading the newspaper in morning to having same choices in food items and sharing same favourite color.Your love for being on time has been passed on to me. Your vapour like temper has been my genetic gift. Your ambitious nature has been imparted to me.
But yes I accept that in so many ways that I like and dislike I have taken after you daddy.
But my biggest achievement and gift of all time is “Being your daughter”. Thank you for loving me as and who I am 🙂
Happy Fathers day daddy ❤ Love you ❤
Forever and ever
Your little princess ❤