Dear Baba

I wanted to dance when I was little, You signed me up for dance classes.

When I got older you told me I was mature and shouldn't dance anymore.

I wanted to sing, so I joined the schools talent show. I sang live on stage.

When I got older you told me a women's voice shouldn't be heard.

I wanted to make friends. My friends were mostly male.

When I got older you told me that it would ruin my reputation.

I wanted to eat cake. So you bought me some on your way from work.

When I got older you told me I should watch my weight so I could marry.

I wanted to study psychology, so I bought alot of psychology books.

When I got older you told me that job doesn't pay and people will think your crazy.

I wanted to play games, so you let me play.

When I got older I wasn't playing games anymore but you made up many rules.

So Baba, if you ever read this, I'm sorry for not being a product of your traditions.

But I'm not sorry for realizing that there are loopholes in your rules.

I don't follow rules any more Baba, I make them.

Sincerly,

Your not so little daughter.