"Look, dad! I can skate!" I watched him, go up and down the ramps. Recording everything he is doing. I have never been more proud of him.
I stood there, cheering him on. Clapping my hands and grinning the biggest grin I could.
Ten years of him being alive, I have never regretted a single bit of it.
I kept my eyes on him as he tried doing tricks. At one of them, he fell off. I asked and checked if he was alright, but he laughed so I laughed with him. He's like me, does everything like me and wants to be me.
After some time, it was time to go home. My wife left me when he was only two years old. It was the best thing she could've done. Without her doing that, we wouldn't be as close as we are now. I'm a single, divorced father who wouldn't change anything for the world.
He was growing up too quickly, but I tried to spend as much time with him as I could before he became a teenager and go out all the time, not spending time with me, wanting to do the opposite. Drugs, alcohol, smoking, I knew he would be the type of teenager who would do that, loose his virginity at a young age.
I'd miss the times.
As we walked through the front door, he ran straight to the kitchen and got what he wanted for dinner, out of the freezer. Of course it would be pizza for the fourth time in a row, but how could I say no to him?
He's not spoilt, I want him to feel good as a kid, to live his life till the fullest while he is still spending time with me.
His smile made the room brighter, it makes me happy when I'm sad, I can never be mad at him either.
Everything I do, he has to be there. I can't do it without him, he gives me the positive vibes that I need.
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Goodbye, son.
Teen Fiction"Today my son went hunting alone for the first time. He hasn't returned home yet, now I realise why he took only one bullet." "Look dad! I can skate!" I hear as I closed the laptop, sobbing away all the memories left behind.
