As I stared at the clear blue sky, people bustled by, not paying any attention to me at all.
The faint scent of cigarettes wandered through the air, the city wasn't a pleasant place, but it was all that I have, except for my mother of course.
She understood. Maybe you understand?
My mother is the only person that I can truthfully say has been with me since I was born, my father died when I was young, so we were left to fend for ourselves.
Although my mother always says that my father is here with us in spirit... I hope he is, truth be told, I miss him.
I would love to sit down with him, have a normal father-son chat... But I might as well keep dreaming, the impossible... Isn't possible.
I looked up, the sky... Is he up there? Watching me? I hope he's proud...
I never got to know you Dad... But I swear, someday, somehow, I'm going to make you proud.
I smiled.
𝑀𝑎𝑦𝑏𝑒 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐𝑖𝑡𝑦 𝑖𝑠𝑛'𝑡 𝑠𝑜 𝑏𝑎𝑑 𝑎𝑓𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝑎𝑙𝑙...
