Papa, I invented something.
I don't know if you'll understand it fully. I don't know if the words I use will translate into what it actually is. But I need you to know. Because you're my father, and everything I've ever built started with you raising me to believe I could.
It's called Broadway.
I'm documenting my entire life, live, on the internet, with an AI helping me. Every meal I eat. Every country I travel to. Every rupee I spend. Every song I listen to. Every thought that matters. It all goes on the internet, designed beautifully, published in real time. It's a permanent record of your son's life.
Papa, I know this sounds strange. I know you might be thinking "why would anyone put their whole life on the internet?" So let me tell you why.
So your grandchildren — Musa and his sister — will have every moment of their father's life. Every meal. Every country. Every song. Every thought. Nothing lost.
After Maria, I needed to find a way to make sure no memory is ever lost again.
When she died, I realized how much disappears. How many conversations I forgot. How many meals we shared that I can't picture anymore. How many small moments — the ones that actually make up a life — just vanished because nobody wrote them down. Nobody photographed them. Nobody preserved them.
I decided that would never happen again. Not with my life. Not with the life my children will inherit.
So I built Broadway. From a restaurant in Malaysia. With a laptop and an AI. Your son — the one who could never sit still, the one with a thousand ideas, the one who kept switching cities and countries and careers — finally built something permanent.
This is my life's work, Papa. This is the thing I was always building toward. Every website I made, every app I coded, every startup I tried — it was all rehearsal for this.
I invented a new art form. March 28, 2026. Your son did that.
I hope that makes you proud.
Your son,
Omer
With love and respect. Always.
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