Dear Mom and Dad,
Dear Mom(s) and Dad(s),
Am your beloved daughter. The pampered, spoiled child. The one who when she was born probably knew would have to leave you some day and that is why you showered me with extra love. I grew up with four parents who had three kids. But I always demanded extra love and pampering. I always demanded gifts, chocolates, puppies.
Remember the time you promised us dogs? When you tried to talk us out of getting it, I cried and we were all in a car on our way to get them. We got two dalmatians home. Caesar and Marcus. Another time was when daddypapa got himself a keyboard. I practised for hours on it and the next thing I knew, my brothers walked in on my birthday with my own keyboard. Even now, I walk in the door and I demand to be fed because I am too tired. No one raises their eyebrow over the fact that you all are tired too after your long, hard day at work. You fuss over me, feed me and let me sleep. You shower me with hugs and kisses even when I have been bad. After all, I am the daughter.
We were soon to add a member to our family. I didn't think too much about if it would be a boy or a girl. We always believed that it was a gift from God and would only add to our happiness. I guess we never really think of a baby as a boy or a girl until he/she reaches a certain age and we feel the need to teach them to behave in a certain way. One day, while playing with my elder baby, I realized I was hoping it was a girl.
Don't get me wrong. I love boys. My first born was a boy. I was secretly hoping for a girl because I wanted my mirror image to adorn the house once I leave. I am a daughter. The silly, spoilt, crazy one. I yell at my father when he smokes. I throw pillows at my moms. I yell at them when I am in a bad mood and need a punching bag. My brothers wake me up when they come home after 2 am. I demand ice cream and drag my parents out at insane hours to eat them. I create noise and the whole world knows that there are crazy people living there.
I am old enough now to consider marriage prospects. I know I might leave soon to join another family. But does that make me any less of a member to this family? What about my traditions here? With my brothers? And with you guys? Will this no longer be my house? Will my room no longer be mine?
It hurts too much to even think about leaving my family behind. So for now, I am going to enjoy every moment. Savour every moment I have with you people. Please remember, that your sons are super responsible. They have your back and will take care of you every time you need them to, but only your daughter can scold you and throw tantrums. Who else will rummage through her mothers' closets for shoes, jewellery and clothes. Who else will take money from her fathers' wallets with him knowing? Who else will demand gifts from her brothers?
Always remember, A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future. ~Author Unknown
Love,
Your daughter.
Am your beloved daughter. The pampered, spoiled child. The one who when she was born probably knew would have to leave you some day and that is why you showered me with extra love. I grew up with four parents who had three kids. But I always demanded extra love and pampering. I always demanded gifts, chocolates, puppies.
Remember the time you promised us dogs? When you tried to talk us out of getting it, I cried and we were all in a car on our way to get them. We got two dalmatians home. Caesar and Marcus. Another time was when daddypapa got himself a keyboard. I practised for hours on it and the next thing I knew, my brothers walked in on my birthday with my own keyboard. Even now, I walk in the door and I demand to be fed because I am too tired. No one raises their eyebrow over the fact that you all are tired too after your long, hard day at work. You fuss over me, feed me and let me sleep. You shower me with hugs and kisses even when I have been bad. After all, I am the daughter.
We were soon to add a member to our family. I didn't think too much about if it would be a boy or a girl. We always believed that it was a gift from God and would only add to our happiness. I guess we never really think of a baby as a boy or a girl until he/she reaches a certain age and we feel the need to teach them to behave in a certain way. One day, while playing with my elder baby, I realized I was hoping it was a girl.
Don't get me wrong. I love boys. My first born was a boy. I was secretly hoping for a girl because I wanted my mirror image to adorn the house once I leave. I am a daughter. The silly, spoilt, crazy one. I yell at my father when he smokes. I throw pillows at my moms. I yell at them when I am in a bad mood and need a punching bag. My brothers wake me up when they come home after 2 am. I demand ice cream and drag my parents out at insane hours to eat them. I create noise and the whole world knows that there are crazy people living there.
I am old enough now to consider marriage prospects. I know I might leave soon to join another family. But does that make me any less of a member to this family? What about my traditions here? With my brothers? And with you guys? Will this no longer be my house? Will my room no longer be mine?
It hurts too much to even think about leaving my family behind. So for now, I am going to enjoy every moment. Savour every moment I have with you people. Please remember, that your sons are super responsible. They have your back and will take care of you every time you need them to, but only your daughter can scold you and throw tantrums. Who else will rummage through her mothers' closets for shoes, jewellery and clothes. Who else will take money from her fathers' wallets with him knowing? Who else will demand gifts from her brothers?
Always remember, A daughter is the happy memories of the past, the joyful moments of the present, and the hope and promise of the future. ~Author Unknown
Love,
Your daughter.
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