Dear Dad
Dear Dad,
As I sit down to write this, I realize how much time has passed – 35 years. It feels almost surreal to put pen to paper and address you after such a long absence. I was only a child when you disappeared from my life. So much of my life has unfolded without your presence, yet today, I feel compelled to write, not with bitterness or anger, but with gratitude. It’s strange, isn’t it? Gratitude for someone who has been missing for most of my life. But the heart is a mysterious thing, and over the years, I’ve come to realize that even in your absence, you’ve shaped me in ways that I need to acknowledge.
