I talked about you to my friend today. I have not talked about you to anyone else the way I did with him at that coffee shop. I almost cried when I admitted that all the good that is happening to me right now is all for you. So you could be proud of me. So you could be happy for me. So you could come home to me. I realized it has been too long since I last saw you, hug you or give you kisses. I shared how, in one letter of mine, I told you that I fear that I would not know how to act around you anymore, if we ever meet again. I do what I do now so in time, I can help you. I am starting on a new journey towards achieving what I really want in life and I wish you were here with me, right here, right now. It has been too long. Come home, daddy, I miss you.
