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Paul Day Paul Day
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Dear Daughter,


I remember the day you were born, when I held your small body in my nervous arms. You were so small and fragile and completely dependent on us for everything. I remember the day you sang at your mother’s 30th Birthday in front of all the guests. I remember your first day at school and how proud I was of your courage and independence. I remember the day I heard the sound of you running and panting as you tore across the school yard, saying “I’m late, I'm late, I’m late.” I remember how you smiled up at me when you were only a baby and how you giggled when I made funny noises. I remember how you wanted to be a writer from such a young age. I remember the book you wrote in junior primary called “A Trip To.” I was amazed that one so young had such a talent for stories even then. I remember the times you cried when you were picked on at school. I remember how you used to say “Am I gonna pick me up” whenever I dropped you at day care and how much it hurt to have to leave you there. I remember the songs you loved as a child and the beam on your face when you saw something that made you laugh. I remember how you burst out with laughter when I took you to see “Mouse Hunt” and when the man shot at the canister beneath the floor and it exploded, you giggled with delight and said loud enough for the whole cinema to hear, “Daddy they killed up the whole place.”


Yes I remember all the good things. I don’t remember the bad, because, from the time you could talk I knew that you were special. You have gifts that I could only hope to have. You have a phenomenal memory and can imitate any character you see and hear in films. You have a gift for drama and writing and a passion for wanting to achieve success. You are clever, talented, funny and highly intelligent.


You are the light of my life and the apple of my eye. We've shared many wonderful times, out camping, fishing off the jetty, rehearsing for productions, driving in the car to and from school acting like a pair of twits. We are so similar and yet so different. But if I had been given the choice of a daughter, I would have chosen you.


I understand your pain and I am sorry that in some ways I contributed to it.


I love you and am very proud of all that you do and have done.


Dad.


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