He.

HE.

It was the first time I started walking, when I was 1 year old. I used a wall beside me to start walking. I started, but I am unable to continue. I was falling. Then, there came a hand, caught me and helped me in continuing my walk. I thought it was his hand. Yes, I was right. It was HIS hand. His hand, very strong and tough. His hand, very rough but always helping. I love him. He makes me walk on his back. He makes me feel special. My eyes sparkle whenever I see him. I realised that he is my everything. 

   

And then it was the first time I started riding a  bicycle. I was very sure I would fall. But he was sure that I would not. He helped me then too. He is very caring and always checked that I am safe. He always stood by me whatever is the situation and whatever is the matter. He always held his hand to me, which I always looked for. His heart is made of rainbow, filled with beautiful colours. And his soul is dipped in gold. I say I love him. I always feel comfortable with him around me. 

Then I started driving a Scooty. This time, I knew I would not fall. Because, I knew his hand will always come to me. As usual, it did. And I was so glad it did. He will always make me feel that I have everything when I look around me. As I already said, I love him. Though I grew up, for him I am always his baby girl. His hard face changes only for me. His softer side, only visible to me. He is ofcourse better than Santa with all the gifts he'd bring. 

It would be less if I compared him to a pillar. Because he would stand like a pillar when I knew I would fall. And maybe even more less when I compared him to an anchor, so strong and tall. I will always find peace within his arms. He can sacrifice anything and everything to see his baby girl happy and delighted. And less he know that I would be more happy and delighted only because of his presence in my life. I would be more happy when I see him smile. 

So, dear DAD, my best gift to recall is the gift of your presence, the greatest gift of all. 

And here I am to tell you once again that I loved you, I love you and I will always love you. 

With love, 

Your dear daughter, 

SISIRA.