World's Best Essay written by a daughter for his father.

He was removing dried plants in the luxurious garden of an international school, dust and heat had no effect on them. "Gangadas, the principal wants to meet you, right now." The last two words were said by peon emphatically to create urgency. 

He got up quickly, washed his hands and wiped them, and started walking towards the principal's office. 

He was a sincere worker, he never cheated anyone. He knocked on the door of the principal's cabin.

 Did you call me madam?

"Come in…" A commanding voice with salivation made them even more frightened. 

 Brown neatly tied hair, simple but designer sari, and her glasses on the top of the nose... 

 She pointed to the paper on the table and said, "Read this…" 

But madam, I am an illiterate man, I can't read English sadi Gangadas. Madam, if I have made a mistake, please forgive me. Give me one more chance. I am forever indebted to you for educating my daughter in this school for free. I never imagined a better life for my daughter."

 And he almost began to tremble.

 "Stand up, you guessed a lot… we have allowed your daughter because of her intelligence and your devotion. Let me call some teacher, and he will read this and translate it for you." This is written by your daughter, and I want to read it to you. ”

In a few minutes, the teacher was called and he started reading. And also translated every sentence into Hindi. 

He read - 

"Today we were asked to write an essay on Mother's Day. 

 I am from a small village in Bihar, a small village where education and medicine still seem like distant dreams. As a result, many women today die in childbirth. My mother was one of them, she never held me in her arms. 

My father was the first person to lift me, and maybe even the last. Everyone was miserable. Because I was a girl and pretended to death of my own mother. My father was immediately asked to remarry, but he refused. My grandparents pushed them hard giving logical, irrational, and emotional reasons but they didn’t agree at all. My grandparents wanted a grandson, they scared my father for marriage and said that if they don't get married then grandparents will leave him. 

He didn't even think twice and he gave up everything, his acres of land, a beautiful livelihood, a comfortable house, cattle, and all the things that are considered good for living in the village. 

They came to this huge city without taking anything. Life was very hard, he worked hard day and night. Supervised me with great love and diet. 

Now I understand why he suddenly disliked every dish I liked, because, if only one piece of the dish had left on the plate, he would have said that he hated that dish. And I thought he actually didn't like the dish so I ate. Also, as I got older I realized the reason what sacrifice is. He has given me as much comfort as he can. 

The school gave him a roof, honored him, and bestowed the best gift, admission to his daughter and that is me.

If there is a definition of love and care, then my father sits neatly in it. 

If there is a definition of compassion, then my father sits neatly in it too. 

If there is a definition of renunciation, then they are also at the top. 

 In short, if a mother is made of love, care, sacrifice, and compassion, then my father is the best mother in the world. 

On Mother's Day, I want to wish my father to be my best mother on earth. I salute them and proudly say that my father is a hardworking gardener who works in this school.

I know, I may fail the exam after reading this essay from the teacher, but this is a very small gift I offer to my selfless father. 

 "Thank you." 

There was complete peace in the office. Anyone can hear the light sorbs of Gangadas. No matter how hot the scorching sun could not wet her clothes, but her daughter's innocent words filled her chest with tears. They were standing there with their folded hands. 

He took the paper from the teacher's hand and placed it near his chest and filled dusk. 

The principal got up and gave Gangadas a chair and water and said something. Surprisingly, this time his voice was replaced by warmth and sweetness. 

Gangadas, your daughter has been given 10 marks out of 10 for this essay. This is the best essay ever written on Mother's Day in school history. We have a very grand ceremony at the school tomorrow to mark Mother's Day. And the school's governing body has decided to invite you to be the chief guest at the event. 

It is a matter of pride how a man can give love and sacrifice to bring his child forward. And this proves that you don't have to be a woman to be a perfect parent. 

And most importantly, for your pride that your daughter has full faith in you. And according to your daughter, the whole school is proud of you as the best parent on earth! 

"You are truly a true gardener, not only caring for the garden but also raising the precious flower of your life in a different and beautiful way." 

"So Gangadas, will you be the chief guest of our program?" ... 

 The story was written by Madhusudan Joshi.