Dear Fathers,
I've started to realize what you were to me, an opus to what makes me a man, but also the answers that I seek through you. You are a god's gift in my eyes just like my mother, a man filled with many stories to tell, but silent when need be. A man who understands his pain, the growth of being human, and also a walking metaphor to being alive.I hated how I used to put you in vain because of my ignorance, because I lacked what you saw in me, but you forgave me. You've showed me love since birth and though I maybe confused about it sometimes, I know that without you I wouldn't know what is a concept of being me as a man.
I'm thankful for your love, your guidance, your gifts, and your wisdom. I thank God every single day in hopes that the message is sent to you in your dreams or if I speak to you, you understand it vocally.
You are my shield and I am your sword.
Thanks Dad.
YOU ARE READING
MUDBXY
Non-FictionEvery chapter will drop randomly and not scheduled. Just look at this as like a book filled with Twitter post.