My dear daughter,
It's been 7 years since God has brought you to me. 7 years is a long time, long enough for me to forget many things, but your first cry is unforgettable to me. That memory is still very fresh, as if it was just yesterday.
Time flies, I celebrated your first month, then your first birthday. I still remember on your first birthday, I put various objects for you to grasp, and tried to guess what you will do later in your life. And you chose a ruler and a crayon. Then one day when I went to the beach, I made a sand castle, and you cried "We made a castle!!! You know what, dad, I want to be an architect when I grow up."
My daughter, I don't need you to become a rocket scientist or an architect. I only want you to be able to things that you like, make a living out of it and be able to cover for your family. If better, I wish you to be successful at whatever you do, and you can make contributions for our country, and make everyone's life better with your work.
My daughter, you are a wonderful girl. I love you to bits and I want to look after your future. Be strong, be kind and be true. I am here for you, ready for you to spread your wings, and fly high!
(To remember my daughter's birthday - A gift from CitiBank)