For the next 30 days, we will be working on the daily writing prompts by Bianca Sparacino which we find truly inspiring.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Right now, as I am writing this piece, I am inside the room that I share with 2 of my friends—eating what could possibly pass off as a decent meal. I swear I could hear your voices reprimanding me of my choice of food (among other things). “Eat healthy. Don’t forget your vegetables.” “Drink your vitamins everyday.”
Once again, I am approximately 1,345 km away from home—stuck in a place I never imagined would become a big part of who I am today. You made it known how difficult it is for you to have me so far away but you let me anyway. Because I am your daughter.
I know you worry about me—of my living condition, my health, my career; especially you, mom. You try to call me only once every night even if you’re itching to call me thrice or more. I also know you’re one step away from buying that plane ticket to here. And Dad, even if we don’t talk everyday, I can feel your approval of the choices I made. I see it everytime we debate on social issues and talk about development work. You always tell me that going away and leaving the conveniences I’ve been used to is a good learning experience. Turns out, I’m so much like you.
Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me this gift.
For the freedom to make decisions and leeway to change my mind. And change it again.
I know I don’t thank you enough. I know I may act annoyed sometimes (as all children do), but I appreciate everything you do for me. I realized how comfortable life is whenever I’m with you: home-cooked meals, own chauffeur (Hi Dad!), a spotless house. Sometimes, when life gets too tough, I wish I could go back to being just your daughter—minus the responsibilities of adulthood.
However, what gives me strength is your trust and confidence that you raised a resilient and adaptive child—ready to face anything the world throws at her.
I’m still learning. I still have a long way to go. Whenever you ask me if everything’s okay, I might lie from time to time just so you wouldn’t have to worry about me. And you’ll probably see through the pretenses because you are my parents (and you just happen to know when your child’s in trouble).
I am treating this experience as one big adventure and when I get back, I will have lots of stories to tell.
Thank you for this life.
I miss you both. I’ll be home before you know it.
Sending my love,
Your Unica Hija
P.S. Please stop asking whether or not I already have a boyfriend. I have this theory that the more you ask, the more I repel potential partners. Thank you. I love you both.
P.P.S. I may or may not be broke right now but I promise you I’m eating thrice a day (plus a few snacks every now and then.)
Words by Frances
Photo by Matt Hoffman