My Bujji,
I know. You've heard "sorry" from me so many times that the word barely means anything anymore. So this isn't another sorry. This is me actually paying attention.
You said you didn't feel loved. On our day. That one hit me harder than anything, because you are loved, so much. If you couldn't feel it, it's because I wasn't showing it. I was showing my laptop, my code, Claude, my work. Not you.
Here's what I see when I close my eyes: you, in your tiny shorts, hair in that messy bun, lying on your bed, talking to me for hours about everything and nothing. That's my favourite place in the whole world. And I kept leaving it for a screen.
I'm still your erripuk. Still a kid, not a gentleman yet. But I'm learning, and this time I'll show you instead of telling you. I'll watch your reels (all of them, I promise). I'll close the laptop. I'll be there.
Thank you for one whole year of putting up with me. Year two is going to feel different. You'll see it.
I love you so much, Bujji. ♥
— your erripuk















