On My Daughter’s Birthday
I have seen how my daughter, Karen, grow. In the past nineteen years, she has achieved a lot of things in school, and in her life as an athlete. She has turned to be the ideal daughter I desired for, even if his father and I weren’t so strict about her decisions in life.
We allowed her to experience the things she wanted to undergo. In fact, she indulged herself in alcoholic drinks, and became a smoker in some points of her life. We never scolded her, or grounded her for her acts, but we only spoke to her sincerely and asked her of what she felt about the things she has been doing. We listened carefully to her verbalizations. After she had spoken, we presented the advantages and disadvantages of alcoholic drinks and cigarettes. And then she promised to quit.
At present, she is living a life of decency, and with responsibility. I am proud of my daughter who wanted to be a doctor like me. I will be supporting her dreams to become a gynecologist. But before she head for a jumpstart on her career, I will be preparing a simple party for her twentieth birthday. No, it won’t include balloons, flowers, or even a tall birthday cake that every teenage girls would dream of. There will be no guests invited, not even her closest friends. It will only be between the three of us – her father, her, and me. That big day will be a celebration of how grateful Ralph and I of having a daughter like her, and that her existence in our life as a couple is a blessing. I know that it will be the best dinner birthday party we can give to our beloved daughter.
