This is for him, who told me that I have to fight but didn't tell me how?
I know, writing a letter is dead form of communication but an artefact from the olden day and irrelevant in the Internet Era. Apart from this I have no alternative. You told me not to cry, but didn't tell me, what to do when I miss you so much? You told me, to be happy but didn't tell me, how to be happy without you? You also told me, no matter how aristocratic people are, but I will always have to choose a generous heart but didn't tell me the qualities of that auspicious heart. How do I find a generous-hearted person in the world full of hypocritical people? These people are excellent in pleasant colloquy but their intentions are atrocious. They say, I should live free but they don't even let me alive. They baptize me a doll but graze me in unsuitable way. You used to call me your angel, people must also have their angels too, then why don't they respect your's? I am still very little dad and incompetent to protect as well as defend myself from these monsters. I am sorry, while writing this letter, the page became wet with inarticulated sentiments.
Either You Come To Me OR Take Me With You "DAD". Love you dad!