You will always be my first love, even if I am not yours. I don’t know whether you prayed for having me, as I have never heard the story of my birth due to the huge communication gap between us. The irony is, it is considered as a mark of respect between a father and a daughter.
While growing up, I knew you loved me, held me and kissed me, until I reached a certain age where hugging your own daughter became inappropriate. I remember how awkward you used to feel while taking me out for shopping, as you feared the horror of other males staring at me. But still, I was sure that in your awkwardness lied your possessiveness.
Dear Papa, you were my biggest support throughout my childhood, even though we hardly had any heart to heart conversation. Still, I knew that our hearts were connected, until one day you married me off to a stranger without considering my wish. I know you did your best and had the right intention in your heart.
You know papa my cooking, washing, and ironing skills have improved so much. Now, I can even clean the whole house by myself, without making any excuses of exams or friends. But your son-in-law doesn’t cherish me, as I am, also not his first love. I feel rejected and neglected. Papa is this what you call marriage? Mummy says it is, but I yearn for your approval over this.
Dear Papa, I want to leave this loveless relationship, will you support me this time?
Will you again consider me as a part of you? Can you look above the societal norms and pressures?Can you just be my father, who will always have my back?
With all the love in my heart