Dear daughter I realized that no matter how good an advice I give you, it will take you around two and a half decades to appreciate it. Your dad will be your hero. His words will matter more to you, no matter how shallow they are. I am not complaining. I chose a father for you whose words and intentions I blindly trust. Besides, I did the same to your grandmother. So I have earned it I guess. Then why am I writing this letter? Because letters are forever, and so would be my love for you. (And I read another letter written by a friend to his daughter. Let me tell you, worship them all you want but fathers just can not convey it that well. Remember their love, warmth and the freedom they give you, cherish all the times he will fight with me to take your side. But then, some things are better left to mothers. ) I know all my intentions to be a cool mum will go down the drain. The side effect of love is fear. Fear of losing the loved one, fear of getting them hurt. And this fear t