My Dear Daughter,
There are words I have carried in my heart for years, words that never quite found their way to you, no matter how many times I tried to put them together. Today, I am finally writing them, hoping they may reach you and gently remind you that you have never been forgotten.
It has been fourteen years since I last saw you. Fourteen years of birthdays I could not celebrate with you, holidays where your place felt quietly empty, and ordinary days that were not quite complete because you were not in them. Time has moved forward, but my love for you has never changed, not for a single moment.
I often find myself wondering about your life. I wonder what makes you smile now, what dreams you are chasing, what kind of person you have become. I imagine your strength, your kindness, and the beautiful qualities that were already shining in you when I last held you close. I hope life has treated you with gentleness and given you reasons to feel proud of who you are.
There is not a day that has passed where I did not think of you. Not a single one. You have always been a part of me, woven into my thoughts, my hopes, and my prayers. Even in your absence, you have remained one of the most important pieces of my life.
I know that time can create distance that feels impossible to cross. I understand that there may be questions, feelings, or even pain that I cannot fully see from here. I am not writing to change the past or to ask for anything more than a chance. A chance to reconnect, to listen, and to begin again in whatever way you are comfortable with.
If there is even the smallest space in your heart for me, I would cherish the opportunity to know you again. To hear your voice, to learn about your life, and to be present for you in any way you allow. There is no expectation, only hope. And that hope has never faded.
No matter how much time has passed, I am still your father. And I will always be here, with open arms and an open heart, ready whenever you are.
With all my love,
Dad
