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Dear Daddy, I'm writing this letter to you to explain the way I feel. When I was first born you held me in your arms, and the love and pride you had for me I always felt strongly. The way you looked into my eyes with all the love and pride of a father. The times we would share. You taught me how to tie my shoes, you showed me how to throw my first fishing line. Man I could throw it far. All the family times we shared, the many camping trips. You taught me how to set up the tent and how to build the fire.
When I was hurt you were always there to wipe my tears. You encouraged me to pick up and go on. Then, one day it was decided you and mom would go your separate ways. The many nights I cried for you. Wanting you to tuck me in. All the times we shared became fewer and farther apart. What happened to that dad that loved me so? You blamed my mom for not being able to see me but, daddy if you loved me the way you say you did couldnt you have found the way? The pride you had for me was gone. My hair, my clothes you did condemn. Nothing I did could convince you I was still your son. The one you held the pride and love for. Why Dad? Why when I needed you the most? My teenage years Dad, are so very hard. I need your support to get me through them. The times I call you and want to spend with you, But, you always have other things to do. I guess I'm not worth your time any more. The tears I shed alone in the dark of the night, just knowing that you had better things to do. Dad, do you not realize that when I call I'm wanting to spend time with you. Not wanting to hear, I'm sorry son I have other things to do. One day I'll be grown and guess what dad, your time will come when its my turn to say: I'm too busy to see you, I've got other things to do! Love,
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