Honestly, I can be a jerk to my dad.
Impatient. Unkind. Disrespectful. Mean.
I hope he knows I don't mean any of it.
I'm trying to make our relationship better.
I really am. I've changed a lot for the sake of him.
I have an excellent father.
His strength makes me stronger.
He's always there when I need him.
He was at my kindergarten graduation.
My first grade play.
Chorus concerts although I can't sing.
Even those ceremonies where I didn't get any awards.
He was always there.
Standing in the back.
Video camera in hand.
Proud smile, dancing upon his face.
He encourages me to make something out of my life.
Not to be like my siblings.
We talk about college almost everything.
I'm so lucky to have a father like him.
I'm lucky to have a father at all.
I never want to lose him. Ever.
I love you Dad.
Someday, I hope I have the courage to tell you myself.
Tell you how much you really mean to me
and how sorry I am for all these years I've been a terrible daughter. And when I do, I hope you believe me.