Manan

 To My Daughter, When you were just a few days old, I would sing to you — not because I had a great voice, but because it was the only way I knew how to pour my soul into the air. And you listened. You smiled. Sometimes, you simply looked at me like I was your whole world. In those moments, I learned something no book or title ever taught me: I don’t have to be perfect. I just have to be yours. I hope you grow up strong, curious, kind — but never forget: You made me feel more alive with your silence than the world ever did with applause. Love always, Papa