I may have missed Daughter’s Day, but the truth is every single day feels like a celebration of her. I became a mother at 19 - young, unsure, and still figuring out who I was. And then my baby girl arrived, and suddenly my whole world had meaning. She was my first born, my miracle, my reminder that love could be bigger than fear and stronger than doubt. In so many ways, it feels like we’ve grown up together. She has been my teacher as much as I’ve been hers - showing me patience, resilience, and how to love with a heart wide open. She has seen every version of me: the strong and the broken, the certain and the lost , and has loved me unconditionally through them all. Because of her, I strive to be better each day, to become the kind of person worthy of the love she so freely gives. She is my light in the darkness, the laughter that fills quiet rooms, the steady presence that has carried me through storms I never thought I could withstand. Watching her grow into herself has been the greatest privilege of my life. Every year, every stage, every version of her leaves me in awe. The bond we share is something sacred. She is not just my daughter; she is a piece of my soul walking this earth, reminding me daily of why I keep going, why I dream, why I love so fiercely. There are no words that will ever capture the depth of what she means to me, but I hope she always knows: she is my everything. My first love. My forever blessing. My daughter. ✨💗 Alhumdulillah 🧿🧿🧿🧿🧿