She misses her father.

Dad, you taught me to play.
You taught me to play with all those little dolls,
Stuffed animals, electronic trains, toy robots,
You taught me to hold the bat, and hit the ball,
You taught me how to handle the rackets,
And how to play badminton or table tennis,
You made me able to play and won all those different games.

When I was the littlest of me, a toddler,
You taught me to sit, to stand, to crawl, to walk, and to run
You saw me learning to speak, laugh, smile,
You witness me getting older and older with every passing day,
And you were my mentor for all of this.

My first day of school, then college, university,
And finally, my first day on the job.
You were proud, you were the happiest,
And my biggest inspiration, my teacher, my best advisor,
You saw me achieving it bit by bit and you were there.

You were there to pick me up every time I fall,
And support me, and encourage me every time I fail,
You taught me how to handle tears when I am down,
And how to laugh the loudest in the crowd,
You made me confident, you made me what I am today.

From my first cry, my first word, first walk, and my first fall,
To my first smile, my first debate, first run, and my first success,
You admire me, aspire me,
You taught me how to be brave, and bold, and to not lose hope,
And how to fight back, stand out, and win.

But, oh my dear dad,
Today, when you're not here,
I am still trying to win, and to be courageous, and to be strong,
I know you're watching me from the seventh sky of the heavens,
And you are proud that your little girl has fought through it all,
That I had stayed patient, and I never allowed it to become a hurdle,
I am still chasing my dreams, and make you feel proud,
If not here then there.
But, you should know,
Your little brave girl is no more brave,
Now, she cries to sleep every night,
And now, her heart is broken and her eyes are wet,
Now, even when she laughs, she is actually sad,
That dad, the girl who used to play with toys,
Your sweet baby girl now play with tears and words,
That dad, they say she is good with words,
And that she speaks beautifully when she defines melancholy, or loneliness, or suicide,
That when she stops others from killing themselves,
She is actually dying inside,
And that, my beloved dad,
Now, when you've gone,
Even when she knows you're happy there,
She wants you to come back to her,
That even when she knows it is impossible,
She prays for your health and long life,
And that, oh dear dad,
All the time when she is consoling her mommy, or her younger sister, or brother,
To stay stronger, and to keep it together, and to not cry,
She, herself, is crying the hardest,
Dear dad, her nights are sleepless, and her days are restless,
Dear dad, you have gone,
And your baby girl who was once the epitome of hope has grown hopeless.

Dear dad, your baby daughter misses you now,
Can you come back,
She wants her father back.
She wants to smile again, genuine.
She wants to fly again, higher.
She wants to win again, with you.
She wants to laugh again, insane.
Dear dad, she doesn't want to play with words, or tears, or suicidal thoughts,
Please come back, and give her dolls, and toys to play with again.
Dear dad, she misses you a lot.
Your girl misses you a lot.
Will you come back?
I need you.