DEAR DAD

Dear Dad,
I am writing to tell you that I have grown up.
I know that now you will think "it is normal that you have grown up", but I am talking to you about growing up without you. So I start again:
Dear Dad,
I wanted to tell you that I grew up, even without you. Growing up without you is not growing like others grow up, growing up without you means sweating, it means watching a sunset and being sad, it means feeling stupid because at night you talk to yourself, because you hope someone hears you. You are my someone, but hoping hurts too much when I beg you to come back. Growing up without you means loving different, it means loving wrong. Yes dad, that's right. The absence of your love in my life has turned my heart into a boulder. And I'm not saying it just for effect. I haven't been able to love since I lost you, because watching you go was so painful that I no longer have the courage to let myself go. I don't want to relive a pain like that.
I wanted to tell you that I grew up, but that I wanted to see myself grow up with you. And you? Have you ever thought of me? Did you feel like kissing my forehead? To touch my hands? To sit at the table on Sunday? You should try the chicken cacciatore that mom makes ... It's really special. We eat a lot of it and then we compete to see who finishes first, so we take what is left. We often fight over this and if you only knew how much we laugh at each other. Maybe if you were there there would still be no chicken left in the pan, maybe the dishes would be right […] I wanted to tell you that I grew up, even without you. And I would like to show you how much my face has changed. I look a lot like you, the square jaw, the huge smile and the straight teeth. Besides, I like wine, like you.
I grew up but I still can't tell about us, I can't admit that I know what I'm missing. I can't say it out loud. The other day my mother and I had a fight, she said I don't open up to her, that I don't trust her because I never cry. He said "talk to me, tell me it still hurts too much." But I didn't answer her. I didn't even have the strength to look at her, but I felt her dead eyes on me. "I'm sorry you came across it." And he wept. In front of us he always tries to resist, but punctually cries a lot. She really can't do it. She is not afraid to cry, she is not ashamed to be seen. You were his great love, and his great pain. And now if he smiles, he smiles differently. This to God I will never forgive him.
… You really didn't have to go away.
I always listen to your favourite song to feel you with me every day. 

STORY OF A DAD AND HIS SON

Son: "Dad, can I ask you a question?"
Dad: "Sure, what's it about?"
Son: "Dad, how much money do you make in an hour?"
Dad: “None of your business. Why are you asking me such a question? "
Son: “I just wanted to know. Please tell me, how much money do you make in an hour? "
Dad: "If you really want to know, I earn 30 € in an hour"
Son: “Oh! (with head down)
Son: "Dad, would you lend me 15 €?"
The father was furious.
Dad: “The only reason you asked me was to borrow some money to buy a stupid toy or some other nonsense, now you go straight to your room and go to bed.
Think about why you are becoming so selfish. I work hard every day and then get this childlike attitude of yours.

The little boy went quietly to his room and closed the door.
The man sat down and became even more angry thinking about the boy's question. How did he dare to ask me such a question just to get some money?
After an hour or so, the man calmed down and began to think:
Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with € 15, he doesn't ask for money very often.
The man went into the little boy's room and opened the door.

Dad: "Are you sleeping, son?"
Son: “No dad, I'm awake”.
Dad: “I was thinking, maybe I was too hard on you before. It was a hard day for me today and I unloaded on you. These are the € 15 you asked for ”.

The little boy sat down immediately and began to smile.
Son: "Oh, thank you dad!"
Then, from under his pillow, he pulled out some crumpled bills. The man saw that the child already had money, and began to get angry again. The little boy slowly started counting his money, and then looked at his father.

Dad: "Why do you want more money if you already have some"?
Son: “Because I didn't have enough, but now yes”.
“Dad, I have 30 € now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come back early tomorrow. I'd like to have dinner with you. "

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