Felt the responsibility of a daughters father...

It was an afternoon of a cloudy monday i.e 31st of august 2009...ya...day before yesterday...that i was keenly waiting for the arrival of my destined daughter...my student Archana...my lil angel...who was coming to Bangalore from her native after a 2 day travel...to complete her remaining part of housemanship of 6 months here...
It was planned that i would be collecting her from the railway station. She refused initially and said that she would come to my clinic or home if i would give her the address and guide her. But i did not agree. I told her that she was not a formality but a responsibility to me. She had given me the status and respect of a father to me and its my responsibility and duty to gaurd that relationship...and i had nothing to prove. She reached Majestic bus stand from railway station at around 5.30 pm. From there we left to my residence...her home at Uttarahalli. I was so happy by seeing her that i did not even ask her whether she had any food in the noon or at what time she had the food...how stupid of an ageing father...was it fading memory or the love which masked it?...i dont know...but though it was not intentional...i felt that i failed somewhere as a father...it would carry on in my heart...may be for improvising over such mistakes in future.... i mean to correct and not to repeat them. I messaged her appologizing for that...and she too gave a beautiful reply...in her own words... " No sir.. I took breakfast na.. I dnt hav hunger, nd aftr seeing u i got such a happiness, wat to tell nw.. I dnt want anything. Bit cold is der 4 me so nt mood.." .......so innocent, loving and frank reply. I felt no one could defend their parents mistakes and mask them as a daughter does.
We reached home and had food. My wife was a perfect mom in such a condition and knows how to treat kids and love them...and who would not like my angel? She enjoyed the food with us and her brother Abhi...ya....my son. We all had a nice time with each other...as one family. Her father gave a call and said that they were much relieved that their daughter has reached a secured destination...her home...and they shall not worry as long as we are there. Such a satisfaction it gives you when some one gives the responsibility of their daughter to you and trusts you so much...i felt proud and happy.
Next day i got her up early in the morning...around 5 am because she had to report to her duty by 9 am and she had to leave home early to travel a long distance till Shivajinagar. When i tuned the alarm the previous night...since it was a long time since i got up so early...my wife Manasa threw a joke on me which is so practical... She said...."Its not easy to be a daughter's father and since you have taken that responsibility you should enjoy it..." How true....Daughters are our pride, respect and responsibility. We feel thrilled and joyous when we fulfil our duties towards them and see a smile on their faces. I took her to the bus stand and bid her bye...with wishes for her future and lots of love. I missed her while sending off...probably every father of a girl feels...and keeps feeling.
I really felt the responsibility of a daughter's father and enjoyed every moment of it.... Luv u beta......