Letter 1
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
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