Dear Dad,
As much as a part of myself wants to put behind what you've done to my life as a child, a teenager, an adult and to whatever I become as I age, another part of me thank you for allowing me to be who I am today. Though I'm struggling a bit with accepting myself, I'll be fine Dad. I know you don't know this, but I really hope you do. You left for "somewhere" for years and finally got back when I was 12. You were then a stranger. It didn't feel right when we were in the car to get dinner. It didn't feel right when you got me birthday gifts the subsequent years, yearly, or even grabbing me by my shoulder occasionally as you greet me as your son. Then we settled down. But that wasn't the end. My response to your questions were dependent on my mood. And I know that was a sign that there wasn't progress in this father and son relationship.
Now, you're busy with work, and I'm always outside. Seems like you're leading your life while I live mine.
Maybe this is too much of movie, I pictured, you and mum waiting for me to get back home for dinner. Or going for a run together, while Mum prepares good food for the weekend.
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