📖 Author's Reflection, not written in the book - jist a thought To a Daughter
She may never know the exact moment I first whispered prayers for her under a sleepless sky, or how fiercely the heart of a parent beats in silence. This book is no ordinary keepsakeit is a vessel. Within its pages rests the unshaken love and quiet petitions only a parent understands. No audience. No applause. Just the unrelenting hope that she walks safely, bravely, and freely.


I have watched her story unfold with awe and occasional ache, each chapter touched by invisible hands and whispered encouragements. The gift of this book is not the paper, nor the bindingit is the presence. A reminder that even when I am unseen, I am deeply there. That she is carried, loved, and championed by someone who wrote prayers into the margins of her life long before she knew to ask.