I can call myself a strong and independent woman today and that’s because of the trust you had in me over all these years. Thank you, Papa Mumma for giving me the wings to fly, despite knowing the fact that I will fall. But you never lost hope of me standing back on my feet again, all by myself. It means a lot to me.
From playing with me and my dolls to training me to drive a car, you always placed my happiness and safety before everything else. I still remember the days when I was trying to make a balance and you ran holding the back of my bicycle.
I grew up seeing you fixing things all around the house, from my toys to the computer wire. Do you remember all those long walks when you would give me life lessons and ask me to be humble and…
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