Like a father like a daughter: Since the day.

Since the day you held my tiny body, kissed my forehead and sang me to sleep. Since the day you watched me grow up and become who I am today. Since the day you helped to be organised and patient. Since the day you taught me how to fold my shirts. Since the day you taught me how to not press so deep while writing in pencil so I can erase the mistakes easily. Since the day when I went to Grade 2 and you were so proud that I was one of the first students in my class to be writing in pen. Since the day you taught me how to pray and how recite perfectly Qura'an with Tajweed. Since the day you stood on your feet for 5 hours when I was doing surgery. Since the day you taught me how to use the fork and knife and how to eat like a classy young lady. Since the day you taught me how to treat people and how to cross the street. Since the day you taught me everything and worked so hard to make sure I have a safe future, till the day I watched you grow old and weary

Till the day I watched you, my man, cry. Till the day I saw you in troubles and how you were worried about us more then yourself. Till the day I waited for you get back from work and your surprised me with a bicycle. Till the day you got sick and made me worried. Till the day I knew you wanted to apologise to me but your ego didn't let you(I always forgive you without even trying). Till the day I watched your grey hair grows. Till the till I felt your hands tremble as you held mine. Till the day I saw you get nervous about the silliest things but I truly understand. Till the day I saw how your knees fail you every now and then. Till the day I prayed to God to give your strength and keep you for me. Till the day we fought and wished to fix things up but couldn't because you fell asleep.

Since almost nineteen years and till this moment and tomorrow and after, I am utterly sure that you'll always be my favourite person. I am thankful for your existence and I am so proud to have a father like you.
PS. When I grow up, I want to be exactly like you.

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