Little Rhea loved folding paper boats and setting them afloat in the monsoon
puddles. One evening, she folded a boat from a letter her late father had once
written. As the boat sailed, she swore she heard his voice whisper, “I’m proud
of you.” The boat floated farther than any before, carrying her sorrow away.
From that day, she folded boats for every wish and dream, believing her father
guided them. Years later, she became a naval architect, designing ships that
traveled across oceans. Whenever she launched a vessel, she whispered to the
sea, “Papa, another boat has begun its journey.” The ocean seemed to answer
with waves of approval, carrying her love to distant shores