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August 27th, is the birthday of my most precious person. He was born in 1966, August 27th. He has always been next to me, so I could never think of him not being the man I know as. But as everybody does, he also has a lot more identities than how I identify him in his world, and as I got to know more about him, I started to think about his other life rather than his life that I know.

What if he were not married? First, I would not exist at all. It really seems unlikely that I won’t exist, but actually, my creation is a result of numerous coincidences and an event that would happen by an extremely tiny possibility. What if my parents did not meet each other and just married another person? Or, what if one of his sperm couldn’t make it all the way so that another child rather than me, became their child? This chain of inquisition would not end, leading to the possibility of the creation of him, his father, his grandfather, his great grandfather, and a lot more of his ancestors.

While thinking about this chain of inquisitions, what I could think was that everyone was a person who has overcome that tiny possibility of them being created, and just like everybody, I am also. To make that possibility useful, I changed my mind and asked myself one more question. What if I were not his daughter? My life would have not found out the joy of listening to jazz, cooking, dreaming, traveling, and keeping my composure between busy days since all of these were what I learned from him. With this question, I could remind myself of how much the people around me are so precious and how each of them is so special. I was so thankful that among those special people, he came to me.

We are literally 'best friends'. Whenever I went home, he would greet me with his most embracing smile and hug, and cook me pasta with the sauce he created himself. While eating them, we talked about politics, social issues, music, movie, or any thoughts that we’ve been having on our minds lately. This was my favorite time of the day. Sometimes, he would turn on his favorite Louis Armstrong, and only talk about the songs flying through the atmosphere.

I learn so many things from him. Not only simple knowledge about politics or sociology, but also his wisdom and experience that he had earned through living 34 years more than me. But since he is such a precious being to me, sometimes when he comes home from the hospital after health check-up, sudden fear overwhelms my mind. ‘What if he disappears?’ Compared to the possibility of birth, death is such an easy thing to happen, and that is why we must keep on dreaming. At this point, I am conveying one of the most precious lessons from him. We should live our days meaningfully so that we make our tiny possibility of our creation meaningful and keep the 'specialness' that all of us have inside our minds.