You've done so much for me, and I apologize that I'm not able to give you as much. Dad, you work for my education, for luxuries in my life, to give me happiness. You worked so you could give me a perfect childhood. You carried me around on your shoulders whenever I wanted to. You took me out even when you were sick. When my brother was sick and my mother was in the hospital with him, you became my mother as well as my father. You cooked me food, even though you've never done it before in my life. You ironed my clothes and you tucked me into bed. Even now, you give me whatever I want with a smile on your face.
You cry when I'm sick, Mom. You stay up at nights and care for me, making sure I have all the medicines I need. When I can't be bothered to eat, you willingly feed me yourself. I've never told you this, but I love eating from your hands. When I come home from school, you give me the biggest hugs. When I'm upset, you're upset. When I'm happy, you're happy. I know sometimes I fight with you, scream at you and think that you want me to be perfect... but deep down, I know that's not true. Whatever you do, it's for me. It's because you want to make me a better person. Mom, when my brother died, I saw how broken you were. I saw it in your eyes... but I was young- I was just 9. Despite the pain, you put a smile on your face so I could have another chance of a proper childhood. Despite that fateful incident, you try to be happy just for me. You tell me that I'm your everything... your son AND your daughter. I can't even begin to thank you for everything you've done. And I can't even begin to apologize for how many times I've hurt you deeply.