Dad…

Dad…

I’m sorry. I feel like I’ve never truly made you happy or proud. All this time, I’ve complained a lot, been ungrateful, and acted as if everything I achieved was only because of my own effort.

But the truth is, you were always there. From simple memories like flying a toy plane together in the field, to taking me to see trains because you knew how much I loved them. Those moments were warm, and I regret ever forgetting them.

Now that I’ve become a father, I finally understand how strong and resilient you are. I’m not as strong as you. I’ve been fragile, and I’ve almost given up many times. That’s why I admire you even more.

Dad, I truly love you. But somehow, I’ve always found it hard to say it directly. Maybe because of my pride, or because I’m afraid of looking weak in front of you.

Lately, I’ve been really worried about your condition. I’m afraid of losing you. Even if I seem cold in front of you, the truth is I’m scared and not ready.

Thank you for everything, Dad.
Please forgive me for not being the son you can be proud of.

I love you.