Let Me Introduce You My Daughter...

I am used to hearing this sentence. And I have a sequence of actions and mimics that follows that sentence. I pretend that I haven’t been waiting to be introduced for the last 10 minutes when they were talking about politics then I give a shy smile, politely shake hands and nod my head to everything they say while still trying to look interested. Ofcourse this is the easy part.

Every person own different roles in their lives. We lose some, we get new ones. We are great at some, while we suck at others. I think being a daughter was –and still is- one of my heaviest duties.

Last week, I was reminded of the autobiography my father has on his website.  He was talking about my grandfather with respect and you could understand from each word that he misses him. He was talking about how proud he was to be the son of a hardworking laborer, how titles and fame didn’t really matter. And that’s when I realized that my father  too had a role of being a child, that he too tried to raise the stakes and he too wanted to do more and be more than his own father. Like I was when I was telling him that I was going to write 55 books if he would write 5 or saying that someday I would stop being known as his daughter and he would start being known as my father.

Ofcourse there is no way to know if I could ever write 55 books. But my father said that he would want his kids to sing his song after he is gone. Well, I’m singing it now, maybe a little bit louder and with an extra electro guitar.