There are so many things I wish I had said earlier, so many moments I wish I had handled better. Today, I just want to say I am sorry.
I am sorry for the times I raised my voice when all you wanted was to guide me. I thought I knew everything. I thought you did not understand me. But now, I see it clearly. You always did. Every rule, every piece of advice, every late night worry, it all came from love. And I took it for granted.
I am sorry for the times I made you feel like strangers in my world. You gave me everything, yet I often acted like it was not enough. I never truly understood the sacrifices you made. The sleepless nights, the unspoken struggles, the dreams you set aside so mine could flourish.
I am sorry for not being more patient, for not calling as often as I should, for not sitting with you long enough to listen, to really listen.
Maa, I see your tired hands now, hands that cooked my favorite meals even after a long day. Papa, I understand your silence now, the way you carried your burdens without ever letting them touch me.
I do not say it enough, but I love you. And I am sorry for all the times I did not show it. I hope it is not too late to start.