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My Father
I'm his little boy and I love him.
My life is about pleasing him.
He teaches me everything and I drink in his every word.
I want to be just like him when I get older.
I'm a boy and I admire him.
I want to be able to please him.
He teaches me all he knows about the land and life.
He will always be the one I look up to and the one want to be like.
I'm a teenager and I don't understand him.
I have no desire to please his high standard anymore.
I'm not sure if I want to be as strict as he is.
I respect him, nothing more.
I'm old enough to know everything and I hate him.
I will do everything in my power to defy him.
He is too strict and controlling for my taste.
I no longer respect his authority.
I'm watching him protect me and I'm shocked at him.
I never knew how much he tried to please me.
He's controlling because he loves me.
I slowly regain admiration for him..
I'm married now and I confide in him.
We try to please each other.
He no longer controls but guides.
I have everlasting respect for him.
I'm dying now and I cry out for him.
I would say anything to please him.
He cries about his lack of correct guidance.
I overflow with passion for him.
I'm dead now and I adored him.
My words didn't always please him.
He would try his best to guide me.
I'm gone, but his memory of me will never fade.
Father and son.
Ben and Gabriel.
A father with memory, a boy lost but not forgotten.