the ones who first saw me, the ones who made sure i entered the world, who held me, as if i was a diamond and the entire world was dust.
the ones who bought me infinite toys of all sorts, books of animals, fruits and letters, CDs of the animations i still remember when i sleep today.
the ones who changed my diapers, who made sure my skin was softer than cotton and smoother than silk.
the ones who dressed me like a princess, who made me feel like a princess, with everything in the world at my command.
the ones who held me on the thunderstorm days, wrapping me safely in a blanket, and making sure that nothing could ever hurt me.
the ones who took me to the beaches, building sandcastles with me, the same way they started building me – with all their love.
the ones who i would laugh with, at all the little things in the world.
the ones who i could cry on, when a friend was being a little bit of a jerk by not sharing their latest hot wheels model with me.
the ones who taught me to get up from every fall, and keep running, and running, like the wind, who taught me that i could do anything.
the ones who tell me, “go show all those stupid boys who’s the boss”.
the ones who put food onto a plate, water in a glass and books and pens on the table, for me.
the ones who take me to look at the world, from cars, airplanes, ships and trains, in mountains, seas, deserts and valleys.
the ones who still brush their hands through my hair and kiss my head even after i let them down.
the ones who hold my hand every day and tell me that i can reach the stars.
the ones who still hang around with me even after i say that everything is fine.
the ones who’ve taught and showed me that life is hard, and that i have to work hard, and that i have the potential to go beyond all limits.
the ones who i can crawl to, and moan and cry for hours and hours about my broken heart, about all the hate, the peer pressure, the society, and all the hard things to deal with in the world.
the ones who i watch family comedy shows with, and laugh about all the things that we can relate to.
the ones who always have an answer to my question, even if the answer isn’t right, but have an answer that’s enough for my heart.
the ones who i will need all my life, no matter how independent i become.
the ones who will remain in my heart all my life, no matter who comes in my life and no matter who leaves.
the ones who are the most important in the world to me.
the ones who i want to make proud, who i want to say to everyone, ‘you know, my daughter did this….’, or ‘that’s my daughter’.
the ones who i can’t bear to see when they’re sad, the only ones that will completely upset my entire world with even a single frown.
the ones who give me the motivation and energy to open my eyes every single day and taught me go out and face the world.
the ones who taught me that i am not mediocre.
the ones who still keep me in their house no matter how many times i’ve crossed the line, let them down, or been a jerk.
the ones whom i’ve written endless poems about.
the ones who taught me that if i could love myself, i could be all the stars, and that i didn’t have to love some stupid boy.
the ones who brought me up such that today when a boy insults me or teases me, he leaves the scene with tears in their eyes.
the ones who told me that i could be bigger than all the faces that i’ve stuck onto my bedroom wall.
the ones who support me in every field, in every thing that i’m interested in.
the ones who let me soar in the sky, but still keep me anchored to the ground.
the ones who i push myself for everyday.
the ones who sit by my side when i can’t move a single muscle, and tell me that it’ll all be alright.
the ones who make sure that every bad decision is a lesson learnt for me.
the ones who continue to teach me how to survive in this big, bad world.
the ones who love me inside out, despite all my scars, flaws and sins.
the ones who i will love till the end of time.
i love you, mum and dad, like a lot. thanks for tolerating my nonsense and doing all that you do for me. i will make you proud, i promise.