Day 24

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A letter to my parents. This is kinda easy.

Dear Mom and Daddykins,

I know I am not the perfect daughter you thought I would be. I didn't quite exactly grow up to be what you painted, but nevertheless, I try. I do try to be what you expect me to be. I do try to live according to your rule book, but I am still a teenager. Someone who wants to rebel, no because it’s cool but because I am never good with other people’s rules.

You are, however the best parents ever because you sent me to school, and gave me proper education, you didn't differentiate me, or treat me like a slave for being a girl. You never made me feel like I couldn't do anything, because no matter what I get myself into, I am always sure you’d have my back. Thank you for keeping up with all my crazy phases and loving me even more. Thank you for not vowing someone’s kid to marry me when I turn 15, and thank you for letting me make my own mistakes. I needed that.

I know I did so many things that hurt you. I am truly sorry, but I love you, and I know I can never ever repay you, and that’s not even slightly why I want to major in Marketing. (One reason is so that I can spoil you when you guys get old and cute and still be there for me). Also thanks for just being there when I needed for a shoulder to cry on, and for when I just needed someone to be there, and not judge me.

I may not be the brightest kid ever, but I do try my very best to PASS (in your dictionary) in all exams and to make you proud. Thanks for keeping up with my crazy spending patterns and shoe obsession, and thanks for calling me Margaret Thatcher (LOL!).

Thanks for not spoiling me, (that much! haha) and for making me feel like the luckiest girl in the whole world.

Love your daughter Shaha