Hi my dear and lovely mom! Before I confess anything in this letter, I want to tell you three sentences. These three sentences always exist in every child's life journey and I am your child, so I want to tell you those sentences.
1:- I am sorry
2:- Thank you
3:- I love you so much.
Usually in case of all daughters every girl is more attached to her father but in my case I am more attached to you than father. i don't know why? Maybe because you take great care of me. In my journey of life so far, I have told you everything that I thought was important about myself. But there are a lot of things I never told you because I thought those things could hurt you and I didn't want to hurt you mom. Now I found that a confession letter is the best way to tell you those things. Some of these things are about me and some are about my dreams.
Firstly, when I was in school I found myself able to understand social things. I never fell in love with my name because all my classmates teased me that your name is too similar to a boy's name. I always pretended in front of you that I love my name but I never loved it.
Secondly, mama you know how much I love my face but my right eye was affected since birth. I used to feel bad when people used to tease me about my eyes. I secretly cried a lot for my eye , but I never showed you how much this problem affected me. Always my attitude in front of you was such that I do not care about my eye but to be honest I used to feel very bad.
Thirdly, in my childhood when I used to see my friends going for swimming class, karate class, cooking class and art class etc. I used to get so jealous that why am I not in their places.
I always wanted to go to swimming class, karate class, cooking class and piano class but due to paucity of money I never told you. I was watching the condition of my house, so I used to talk to the stars every night wishing I could fulfill all my dreams. Let some kind of magic happen that will change my whole life. For your pleasure I never told you about my passion and my dreams.
I know mother you will cry after reading this letter, but believe me mother, I really don't want to hurt you. All these things are from my past when we didn't have much money but now we are very rich and now I can fulfill all my dreams. And because of you so many dreams have come true.
Now let's talk about my name mother. I used to wonder why you didn't give me a girly name. But now I am a big girl and I understand everything. I don't care what people think about my name? I worry about that what you think about my name? You always say that I am your luckiest child so you gave me this name and now I love my name. Mom, now I can fight with anyone who makes fun of my name. You know why? Cause I feel really proud that I have such a name.
At present my right eye has completely healed only by your blessings. Now everyone praises my beauty all the time. These bitter memories never affect my present because I have so many sweet memories with you, like honey. So, please don't feel bad after reading this letter. In this letter I told you everything that I have never told you in the past. In the end I want to confess one more thing Mom.
Now I can't change my past life mom but I can create my future perfectly. I want to become a best hollywood actress and I know that your blessings are my strongest weapon to win this battle.
I hope that you will support me in my dreams and help me to increase my potential.
Thankyou for reading my letter in your precious time and I love you so much.
Your loving daughter
Lucky
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BHAI
We are six members in my family, mom, dad, elder brother, elder sister, me and my dearest pet dog. We are living a blissfully happy life together. Everyone know that there is some excitement, some sadness, lot of joy and little disappointment in every life's journey. In my life journey you will find thrill, many fantastic moments and lot of breakers which could make me weak and exhausted from this interesting journey but there is my family with me who supported me no matter what. Although my whole family bolstered my confidence everytime but specially there is one person who have always got my back. My elder brother! Mr. Abhilash kumar sharma s/o Mr. Adesh Kumar Sharma is my elder brother. He is existing in my life from my birth. My mom told me that my brother was giddy with excitement for me when I was in my mom's stomach. As soon as I came out and took departure from the origin of my life, I was smiling in my brother's hand instead of crying. Slowly-slowly I grew up with my brother and I took initiative to call him "BHAI". Before going to school I knew many English words, handfull type of questions and several poem , I am not blowing my trumpet but I was considered as HIG (Hella lntelligent girl) in my school only because of my bhai. I am 12 years younger than bhai, so he thought that it was his duty to help me in every field and to provide me all the facilities. I have a problem in my right eye, not from the birth but because of my cousin. Due to this problem numerous of student teased me in my school, therefore I felt down many times but on that moment bhai always boosted me up with his kind and energetic words. He always treat me like his best friend but nevertheless he is very strict in studies and especially in mathematics because maths is my favourite subject and my brother's strength also, hence he can't tolerate any mistake in this subject. As I came in 12th class (intermediate), studies load suddenly increased but bhai never left me alone . I promised him that I will bring my A-game in my board exam. I gave my exam with full of vitality and enthusiasm. Finally after checking my result with with nervousness, I cried a lot because I got only 90% but I had trust on myself that this result is not correct and I deserve much better. I told my parents about recheck but because of hardmarking's fear they told me that your marks are enough for getting admission in a good college. On that day there was only my bhai who took stand for me , supported me and said to me that " I trust you more than you, understand ". Then we filled recheck form and when comttiee declared my result again I became topper with 95% marks. Only because of bhai , I am satisfied with my marks and now I am pursuing in my dream college for graduation. My brother's soul has always resided in me, the place he has in my life and what he has done for me, I cannot be described in words. I love my bhai very much not only because he supported me but he is ray of sunshine.he have a pure heart which is rare to find out. In this story and in real life my brother is my real hero. The love of both of us is very strong that's why I am making him the hero of my story by sitting on my brother's lap.
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