Papa
I said to myself. I will be successful, so that I can be a son to my father. Treat him to restaurants, buy him whatever he wants, give him gifts. But none of those really matters. Nothing will substitute for the real love a father needs. They need no cars or foods in fancy restaurants. They just want their child. To be with them. I just want to be a son to my father. To make him feel he is my father and I am his son who cares for him. I just missed my father.