Dad...he's gone. I mean, he's here right in from of me but he's not-
He's not there...
I never knew my father, not because he left or we ran away.
No.
I suffered the torture of seeing a stranger every day who accused me of being his daughter.
His blood never lasted a day without being poisoned.
Neither did my mind.
This father of mine, he would be sober...but never around me.
I caused him too much stress. Too much money.
Too much time.
All he ever wanted was time, but that's the beauty of the matter.
He's wishing for nothing. Time is nothing more than an illusion.
Humans created the concept of time to make sense of the changing world around them as well as themselves.
What my dear father didn't know is...he had all the time in the world.
But he didnt have all the time in the world to be with his beloved daughter.
