I don’t have a daughter, so I share stories primarily with my two sons. My eldest son is more responsive and sensitive to my problems or lighter stories, so he’s the one I call most often when I want to share something.
Many people ask me whether I feel incomplete because I don’t have a daughter. I really feel fine. My two sons have different characters and complement each other in their roles as children. The eldest tells a lot of stories, and the youngest is quieter and works a lot. The eldest is a bit emotional, while the youngest is like a deep sea. It’s hard to guess what’s in his heart.
Every once in a while, I reach out to my second son to check on how he’s doing. Since he tends to be less responsive, I often end up writing him a lengthy WhatsApp message, almost like a letter. In these messages, I share my hopes for him and offer gentle guidance regarding his attitude. I believe that some of what I write must resonate with him, and for the rest, I leave it to my prayers. Only God can turn people’s hearts, right?