When I was in middle school, my dad used to help me with any math questions I couldn't understand. No, I didn't use Google back then like I do now. I wrote down the number on a sticky note and he would come home from work late at night and help me no matter how tired he was. As I grew older, problems became harder and I became more independent. I depended on myself and I guess my dad's been feeling frustrated because all this time, he's been watching me helpless--a feeling I knew too well.

Out of curiosity, I just asked him now about physics and he went into full explanation mode, reliving his days as my math tutor and walked back inside happier than usual, which made me extremely happy as well.

Dear Daddy, I'll always be your little girl. I love you forever and ever to the moon and back. <3