An Open Letter to the Person Behind my Growth.

When I was a kid, you were the one who asked me to read the words you said I must know so life won’t be hard for me if I went to my first destination. I knew nothing so, so the immediate response was given by your firstborn. At first, it became hard as I went through many challenges that first came into my life. It was hard at first glance, but with her guidance, all things got easier as I learned how to cope with it. She might hit me sometimes when my head was hard, but I learned that it was all part of the plan. I even got my first award—which was the most outstanding award—the highest award our school could give to excellent students –it was all for and because of her. Little did I know, those were for me, and I learned a lot from them.

You were the reason why I was here, and you were the one who guided me along my next journey. I remember, every time we passed the canteen, I always ended up saying my favorite word that went can you buy me that one and this and these and those and the things here in my front—it always went like that, but the funny thing was none of the things I pointed were bought. It’s okay; I am always the somehow advanced thinker; though my mind at that time was still for a kid, I knew there were more things important than those—there were always following times. As far as I knew, I was one of the kids who were expected to be at the store every end of our classes—and I am somehow proud of it because I made friends with them.

Although your focus on things split up when I stepped my feet on the next level, you never fail me to say this thing; you might be the firstborn and the oldest. May you never forget that I am always here, and you are always part of my wonderful yet challenging wife—my ever beloved son. Every time I remember this—I always cry. Just like the time while speaking this from my heart, I was crying. I just missed being a child where no problems at all but the little bullies I always think and the anxiety of being judged. Other than that, there is none. How I wish I could turn back the time, how I wish I could be a child again. How I wish I could do again the things I used to do when I was a kid when problems weren't a big deal at all. All of us want that moment to happen again because of what this life offers to us. Therefore, this life is not running backward; we have no choice but to walk to survive. You actually told these to me.

Now that I have grown up, many things have changed in my body; I still believe in things—and will never forget who became my first best friend and will be my best friend is. It is always You. May it be hard or challenging one that came to you and you suddenly cried for it, may you never forget that your firstborn accompany is always here, always wishing that may He give you more years—and if judgment came along our individual paths, may I be the one who first surrenders my life and let you enjoy the rest with many years. Those were all for good and not in exchange for your labor for me to come with this world. Those were for you that I offered warmly and gratefully because I appreciate you every time. I promise you, especially that I am making my own ways to enjoy and buy the things I know I can’t get up there, I can at least spoil you using those and build the promise I made even before I changed my mind to change my career. This is an open letter I want to give to you before I give up these. I love you the most.

Thank you for reading this article!

You can read my previous articles here:

A Lonely Walk at the End of the Week.

A Help That is Also a Rest.

A Year Full of Gratefulness.

A Thing Called “unwinding” Led Me to Find Inner Peace for a While.

Planning our First Travel for A While, Yet Our First Travel Without You