His letter

The last ray of hope

I was fourteen years old when my family and I had made the decision of sending me to London for further studies. I had no idea how I was going to touch the London breeze. My dad was in the Indian army but never once in his life had he forced me to join him. My mind always wandered around the thoughts of humanity and that's when I found the term 'Psychology'. The government provided us with a deal to help us with the money but I still don't know how my dad carried everything and me. I grew up to be his favourite person in the world, he had told me I'll always be his little girl. The heart-throbbing image of him dying one day could not be processed in my mind but the day really came and as soon as I heard the news it felt like someone had stabbed my heart with a knife. My hands were cold and I couldn't hear anything except my dad's words when I had last met him which were "no matter how much you grow, you'll always be my last ray of hope."