For years, we didn't really talk. We didn't even look at each other anymore, but here we are today. You, lifting me up while I am crumbling. Picking me up and embracing me and coming to see me every day. A father carries his child through the darkest time. We were drifting apart, unable to fully express how we felt. Nothing major happened, really. We just didn't understand each other. We were mentally and culturally different. Me having grown here, and you having left half of your heart over there. It was a long time ago; I told you. You should embrace this new world. We didn't smile at each other, making everyone else feel embarrassed in our presence. We fought sometimes about the most meaningless things. “Life is not what it used to be when you were my age.” And still, here we are today. With the warmth of your word, you build me up. How I love you, dad. How can I tell our story without revealing too much? A serious man, against a needy child. Me, your 8th problem and mouth to feed. You, the only man I'll care about during all my life. What have we done to destroy each other? Why must you be so important? You disapprove of my ways. My impulses and my new obsessions. “It is always something else with her”. “Yesterday, it was reading books now it's writing them!” “You cannot make it, not in the way you think.” And still, you listen to my words when you feel less nervous. You only wish for the best, after all. Nothing malicious. I understand you better now that we walked together. Now that we talked together about the most mundane things. You're the strength I needed. The wall on which I rest. A face I'll always cherish and I promise, I will never make you another request. How I love you, dad. Growing old will feel cruel without you. How I wish I'll be gone before I even start to miss you.