I remember the first time I met you. I wanted to hate you. You stole my mom from dad - at least that's what I believed when I was 10 years old. I was wrong, but it would take me a while to realize that no one would steal anything without anyone. So they decided. I can't hate you. You were so good to us! You made my mom laugh like I had never seen her and we fulfilled almost every wish.
You ended up raising 3 pre-teens that you probably never asked for. We've made life worse every year, but you calm it down. You never asked us to call you "Daddy", you never forced us to love you. But that was inevitable, you were important. You're important!
You didn't have to talk to us like you did. You could close the door and say it wasn't your problem, but you never did. Open the door, take all the time in the world to make each of us happy. You wanted to be there to learn what made us nervous and what made us laugh. We were not your problem, but you always find solutions for us!
One of the most vivid moments in my memory is when I went shopping with you. Without thinking twice, you let me into the toy store. The toy I wanted was very expensive for an 11-year-old, but without thinking about it, you asked me what color I wanted.
I was so happy that I could burst into joy. You changed something in me that day. You did something you probably can't remember, but it was so big for me that I'll never forget it. You heard me !!
I remember the day my sister was born - half-sisters, practically, but none of us see her as such. I thought her birth would distract us, but on the contrary, that day I met my best friend. You gave me the man I want most today and will always be in debt for that.
Our sister is today the same age I was when I met you. It's going through all the challenges of puberty, but it's lucky because there is no one more prepared than you. And if you will, we will help you, we owe it. You raised us and taught us how to deal with any problems with our heads up. Thank you. I love you so much!
* Note: This letter is adapted from The Guardian
