Every year on her father’s death anniversary, Meera would write a letter and float it into the sea.
She knew it wouldn’t reach him, but it brought her peace.
One year, she found her letter washed back, now with a note attached: “Your letters remind me of my daughter I lost years ago.
Thank you for letting me feel again.” Meera didn’t cry that year—she smiled.
Moral: When we express love, it often finds another heart that needs it.
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