Dear Papa,
I know I’m not the daughter you wished you had. I didn’t go into
nursing, I didn’t exactly follow your rules. I gave you stress all the
time. And on top of that, I have not spoken a word to you in the last
five years. You worked hard for me and my sister, and now that I’m have a
life better than what I had in back home, I pushed you away. I hope
it’s not too late. I’m sorry.
Your firstborn,
Jaja
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