Dear the respectful Mr.
Honor,
A baby girl had been borned today, September 8th 1993. Her parents had her named as Primasitha Maharani Harsoyo Putri, in which-more or less-means; a prime tender queen of queens who has been borned from happiness. She weighed 3.5 kgs and was borned in a perfectly good condition. If only you can hear her cries..
Now that baby girl has grown up. She is 4 years old now. To tell you a bit of shock, this girl has already been in the first grade of primary school. She did not want to enter playgroup, she cried a lot when we were there. Thus we took her into kindergarten and voila… here she goes now! If only you were here to see how she pours down her imaginative by starting to enhance alphabets and numbers uses…
With a glad, gracefull feelings, we are now informing that this girl has grown up into a wonderfully achieving child. These great deals of achievements she has reached, both academic and non-academic, have turned her into a well-know student among her friends. If only you were here to see her shines…
Teenage entering time has never been easy, and so as hers as well. Rebuttals and arguments have been attacked towards us. Fine, normal as a teenage. She is now in junior high school and she has gained a lot-more than you can think of-new thoughts, new paradigm, new visions of life, new goals, new ambition, new infatuation, she has changed alot, as how the world around her has. This has been a rough challenges, and we are trying to deal with it. If only you can taste how challenging it was…
Here she is now, wilder than she has ever been. Reached lots of achievements and succeeded in entering her dream high school have-more or less-trigger her farther rebellions. Maybe she is not the child we used to have. But no rebellions set without a clear ambition in eyes. Just like her father, she is a fire which always flame. We don’t have any water to turn it down, but we also don’t need to. By turning the right switch into a right direction, a fire will always be tame. And we are seeking toward that direction. This has been much more challenging. My head my brain my nerves my blood my thoughts, have been whole-absorbed. If only you can see and feel and tame her flame…
So if you, someday, wake up from your tender night sleep, and a question appears from your-as you always use this instead of heart-mind, which seems to sound like: How is the daughter?; thus may you read this message. And if then, another question appear, which appear to be: How could these all be only if only’s?; then you must find the answer-however-by yourself.
Always take care,
The Daughter’s chronicle, from Mrs. to Mr.
And that girl would always be me.
The daughter.
This letter is honestly dedicated to all mr. and mrs. world-civil, both illegal and legal (oops!)
Best regards,
The Daughter.
