My tough, uncompromising, impatient, difficult daughter (where did all of that come from?).  

Mo chuisle.

You are Iron Leg.  

The world needs more Iron Legs, a world full of weak selfish cowards. 

A daughter of Malaysia, with the tiger’s blood coursing in your veins.

In a household of introverted people and pets, you are the odd one out.  The Book of Psalms says that children are arrows in a parent’s quiver.  You are a nuclear warhead.

Even before you were born, I knew you would be difficult and powerful.  To uproot and tear down, to destroy and overthrow, to build and to plant.  I had only one prayer for you – that you would not fear.  And that the God of David, Joseph, Moses, Elizabeth, John Boyd will watch over and guide you.

Adapt and endure, trust God above all.

My girl with my hard side. As iron sharpens iron, a father hones his daughter.