It is often stated that the love of a mother cannot be matched to anything, but this remarkable story demonstrates that the love of a father is also unique. A young woman shares her experience of her close bond with her father, who had a deep affection for her.

I have no recollection of my mother. She passed away when I was just a few months old. My dad was 50 years old when I came into the world. Some would argue that becoming a father at this stage is untimely. My father played the role of both my father and my mother. I was fortunate.
During my childhood, my father actively engaged in many activities alongside me and also took care of many things on my behalf. He used to escort me to school every day and consistently arrange a treat for me upon my return from school.

As I became older, I attempted to distance myself from those early years. During my time in high school, when I had courses at noon, my father would get up in the morning and make me a sandwich to take for lunch. He consistently left a message underneath it, wishing me a pleasant day. Sometimes, he mentioned that it would be a nice day, shared a little joke, or drew hearts with the words “Daddy loves you”. Every time he succeeded in lifting my spirits and reminding me of his love for me.

I began concealing my father’s notes while I was in the company of my friends. I felt embarrassed by them. One of my coworkers, when we were on break, stole my note and gave it to other coworkers. I became red like a radish. Luckily, the following day, everyone was interested in reading what my father had written on my note.

I came to the realization that everyone want to experience the same level of affection as I did.
I got the notes for all of high school. I retained all of them.

I subsequently relocated to a different city for college. I always longed for my father. I phoned him daily after school. We had even performed a small ceremony before we finished. The entire household was aware of me as the girl who receives letters on Fridays. I have acquaintances who were aware of the written records and expressed interest in perusing them on a weekly basis.

My father fell ill one day. Malignancy.
He began corresponding with me at a later time. My friends referred to him as the greatest father on the planet, and at some point, they decided to write him a letter expressing their well wishes for his health and expressing gratitude for teaching them the true meaning of paternal love.

At the end of the academic year, I returned home to look after my father. Due to the therapy, there were occasions when he didn’t even acknowledge my presence.
At the hospital, just before Dad passed away, I grasped his hand and he uttered: – Angelica?
– Sure, Dad. Father adores you.
“I feel the same way about you, Dad!”