This morning, our 17-year old daughter sent me the following text:
“I want you and Pops to go to my room and look at my painting. There is a card there for you two, above it.”
I went to her room and saw this beautiful self-portrait she had been secretly working on. She had not allowed us to see it until today. Here’s what she wrote on the card to us:
Dear Mami & Papi,
I am dedicating this painting to you. It is my third self-portrait, a portrait that I feel has captured who I am becoming and who I have been. I dedicate this to you as a “thank you,” as an “I love you,” as a symbol of gratitude. Of course, no number of paintings could truly express this to its fullest, but I am expressing it in the best what I know how to. I am sorry that it has come so late, but I hope that you feel that this gift is not delayed. I thought long and hard about what I should give you and it was extremely difficult. Everything that I thought of seemed like it wasn’t enough. I hope that you enjoy this painting for it is also a symbol for how I want to live the rest of my life: colorfully.
Thank you so much for all of the things that you have sacrificed for, worked for, strived for, and lived for, just for me. You are the most amazing parents and human beings that I have ever met, and while it is sometimes (or all of the times) difficult for me to express this, know that I believe it fully and truly (I am actually crying my eyes out as I write this…hahaha).
I love you so so so so so so much!
P.S. Happy Valentine’s Day!
[Me: Wiping off tears...]