Category : Poems
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I remember my father from when I was quite young.
He worked at a small store, giving me, my mother, and sibling free items.
Yet, on the outside where you glance upon a titanium armored knight, the inside is a teddy bear.
He had left us when I was young, divorced, even so I still praise him for being there; even if it was for a short period of my life.
Last blazing season, I had seen him and it was quite uncomfortable and weird. He attempted at every turn to buy me whatever I pleased, offering to shower me with his money.
I would be growing quite a long nose if I had said that wasn't uncomfortable. It felt forced, it felt his attempts came too hard.
Even so, I still hold love for him. Deep down, that man was doing what he thought was right in making amends for his past mistakes.
Now, the blazing summer approaches quickly, for it is my turn to do my part.
I thank my father for reaching out to me, to my sibling.
There lies no hate for him in my skull nor my heart, only forgivness and love.
With much gratitude and love as your son, my dear father, I proudly say to you:
"Happy Fathers Day."
