Dear Sonali Letters To The Daughter I Never Had นิยาย & เรื่องราว

The ink dull now, with the passage of time. But the emotions still fresh , raw and fully capable to burn her insides like the very first time she read it. Dear Daughter You may find this letter when I am not there with you. But what could I have done? I couldn't tell you these words when I was breathing and still alive. I didn't had the courage to say them to you, looking into your eyes. So that's why I decided to write it down. All those years you kept asking me only one thing.

I unfold the paper and the greetings from the letter feel weird to read especially that it came from her and she never really called me that as far as I can recall. Athijha, My Dear Daughter, It must feel weird when you've read it, right? As far as I remember, I never called you my daughter since then. Sure, I didn't. At least in front of you or in front of anybody. But I did call you mine. You're not aware of it, aren't you?

I think Asia should read her letter… Asia held the letter in her hand.., Letter to my daughter, My daughter I am so sorry someone forced me to leave you so early… I will always be your mother but also remember to take care of your father.., if I am deceased just know I tried everything in my power to keep you alive even if that meant giving my life…

That was all I could say, and Daisy shut the door. "What is the letter saying?" Daisy asked. "Let me read it out," I said. Dear Daisy, I hope you are doing great, and that Avery is not making you feel out of place. That's the only family you have. Don't forget what we have discussed. Lay low and build another life different from what you have lived in the past. My daughter is in your hands, she might look tough, but she is weak emotionally. Take care of yourself till we meet again. My regards to my daughter. I'll be sending another letter soon.

So, I opened the envelope and read the letter. The first sentence read "Hello, my daughter!" I was stunned and continued reading the letter. "I know it's too late to introduce myself—I'm yours, Dad!" "Dad?" A word escaped with a sigh. ~LETTER~ Dear Merry, Happy 18th birthday, my daughter! I hope this letter finds you well after all these years. I'm sorry for not being in touch with you for so long, but I want you to know that I've been searching for you for 15 years, and now I've finally found you.

"8th April. Dear, champ, By the time this letter gets into your hands, I hope you'd still remember your father then. In all the four years of your life, I know I have barely been able to spend a year together with you. I haven't been present as much as I would have liked. But in the span of that one year, I have gotten really attached to you. You're my son - my flesh and blood"

Aruna's hands trembled. The envelope had her name written across the front. For My Daughter. The handwriting was unmistakable. Her mother's. Aruna felt the world blur. Years of grief crashed into her all at once. Slowly. Very slowly. She opened the envelope. Inside was a letter. The paper had yellowed with age. But the words remained clear. My dearest Aruna, If you are reading this, then something has happened to me. First, I need you to know that none of this was your fault.

That’s just worse than death itself, so I am leaving this letter to you hoping that it will give you some closure after my death. I just want to say a few simple things as every mother wanted to say to her daughter. Please be happy. That’s all I ask from you and please don’t cry much. I just hate seeing you cry. And also know that none of this is your fault. I know you will beat yourself saying that you are a bad daughter for not knowing it sooner but you are not. You are the best thing that happened to me, and I can’t be more proud when I see my beautiful, kind, passionate daughter every day. I love you so much, Ava. Remember that.

I slowly coughed to draw his attention. He looked towards my side and smiled getting embarrassed with the fact that I caught him ogling amu. After a while, they all left our house while ma started interrogating. "Payal, what was written in the letter" ma asked me... "Ma, why did you not inform me that he has a daughter" i shoot the first question which was striking in my mind since the time I acknowledged this fact. "Wo, actually I thought first we should meet the family" ma said

I tell Sal over the phone, "shred it, do what ever you want with it, just make sure it's destroyed!" "Oma." he calls softly to me "you should at least try-" "No!" I say cutting him off "I have a lot of shit going on Sal and I am grateful for your advice but no, destroy the fucking letter Sal." "You can't run from this forever Oma." he says. "No matter what, you can't run from this." "Watch me." I tell him "I am his daughter afterall, goodbye Sal." I put an end to the call before he could make anymore convincing statements, I had my problems of my own, problems that did not seemed to locate me even inside the apartment.