I didn’t start writing books because I wanted to be an author.
I started because I was scared.
Scared of how quickly childhood slips through our fingers.
Scared of the moments that get swallowed by screens, schedules, and silence.
Scared that one day, the stories, the giggles, the “color with me, Papa” would all fade before I had the chance to hold on to them.
So I began to write. I began to draw. I began to capture the little things — a hug, a tear wiped away, a crayon rolling across the table. Pages that could slow the rush of time, even for a moment.
These books are not perfect. They are not fancy. They are pieces of me — stitched together with the hope that when a parent reads a story, or a child colors a pumpkin, they feel something real. That they pause. That they smile. That they know this second is theirs, and it matters.
I make books because the world is noisy, but love is quiet. And in those quiet moments, with a story or a coloring page between us, we find what we were missing all along: each other.
— Parth Patel