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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