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Dear Daughter,
I do not know how conditions are now, but back in those days, our parents disapproved any relationships with the opposite gender.

After our parents found out, both of us were warned not to talk to or even meet each other. Back then, we had no means of contact.

Your mother had not come to college for two months under the pretense that she was being home schooled. I kept sulking around, and procrastinating everything.

I had the most boring days in school, and the most annoying ones at home. Your mother was constantly criticised for being the girl with no manners; it infuriated me to no bounds. I did not understand what they had against her!

My bitter mood lingered for months, but soon my friends caught on upon it and decided to arrange some group studies.

How they expected your mother to arrive was a wonder, but it brought some light into my life. My parents reluctantly agreed after convincing them that there were no women, but I was warned to not use this freedom incorrectly. I agreed.

As the day of the meet came closer, my excitement rose. Finally after two months, I was going to meet your mother. I was excited. And scared. What if she had realised what a waste of person I was?

Soon the day arrived, and as I entered my friend's place, I saw your mother.
There she stood with a bright dress on, but controlled light in her eyes. It pained me to see that her smile had become so small, and she looked so tired. Yet, I was glad that I finally met her.

I walked up to her and engulfed her in my arms. She too followed the suit and hugged me back. I was afraid that this was probably the last time I would meet her, but I kept my insecurities within myself.

I had been craving to see your mother, and I really wished she was too. She looked up to me from my arms and she looked a lot less tired. This was one time when we could do whatever we wanted to. Our distance got us closer than before, but our judgements were clouded with love and we took some terrible actions that evening. The actions in the themselves weren't so bad, but our timing was. Just as I befriended love, time became my foe.

The actual party went on in the living room as your mother and I  enjoyed the time we had together; then we messed up, very bad. It will not be wise to tell you what happened exactly, but to put it simply, you were conceived.

Always and Forever,
Your Father.
May 24, 1999.