We always had a strange relationship. I always considered you more of a friend than a father. Maybe it had something to do with the fact that you always played along, or that you behaved like a teenager. Mum complained about the fact that she was raising three kids, a not two. Will she stop doing that now?
I don't know how I'm suppose to live without you, and I really hope I don't have to learn. Because I love you and you're not supposed to leave yet. So please don't. Nobody will be there to make bad jokes. Nobody will get on my last nerve. Nobody will yell because I let the dog inside.
Please don't leave me daddy. Not yet.