Dad,
Today is Father’s Day, and I always tell you that I love you. But today I’ll tell you why.
We don’t have the closest relationship, but that doesn’t mean everything that you do for this family goes by unnoticed. At age 21 you came to the U.S., and you have been working hard ever since.
I recall the nights as a fifth grader when I’d rush to my room at midnight as you arrived home from work, praying that you wouldn’t figure out that I was awake.
I remember the nights during my freshman year when I’d stay up to finish an assignment and I could hear you getting ready for work from my room.
I remember the dollar you’d give me everyday, and the days when’d you search the car and your pockets for change so that I would have money, just in case I need it.
There are days in which we would barely talk because I felt that you were being unreasonable, or you were mad at me for a mistake I made.
There are days when the only words I say to you are “Good morning, how are you,” and “good night.”
But there are also days when I would go on about a project I’m working on, and urge you to look at the finish product. You would look at it even if you’re tired from a long day at work.
I just want you to know that I appreciate you and how you have contributed to providing for the family.
I love you and Happy Father’s Day.
Sincerely,
A daughter who will be forever grateful for you.