Saturday, 29th May 2021
I recently turned 20 years old and every year on my birthday I write a little text about how I feel about it. I won't this year.
This year I'm writting on my dad's birthday which is a few days later. He turns 70.
I never cared about the fact that I had an old dad, it didn't even bother me when people assumed he was my grandfather.
It really didn't. It bothered me how it bothered him.
I'm the youngest of 6 siblings and I know they never had this problem, he was young when they were born and that is probably what angers me the most.
They had and will always have more years with him than me.
My father is everything to me, everything. I would do anything to make him proud and to always have him by my side. But he is old and one day he will be gone. And I can't help the feeling of pure envy towards my siblings. Feeling like they don't deserve it. I do.
I'm the one that's always by his side, that the ambulance in the middle of the night and cleans his wounds. He stuck by my side through every mental breakdown and I by his side through the million girlfriends. But the end of the day that isn't even what matters the most.
It's the forehead kisses and midnight snacks. It's the family naps with our pets, movie marathons or even the simplest dinner. Every moment with him counts.
I can't live in a world where none of that exists. I hope I won't have to, for a very long time.
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