Again, because you are the father of my son, happy fathers' day to you. But really, this is my day. For almost two years now, I've been doing the job you can't do because you made that stupid mistake.
Nothing is impossible. I've learned to play basketball, load and fire toy guns and run crazy fast after a super hyper little boy who wants to play all day. Thank you Lord, for blessing me with physical strength and so much patience and courage. Raising a really playful and heavy-healthy boy won't be less difficult if not for Your divine guidance.
Happy fathers' day to me! And to my father, who's maybe ill-tempered most of the times but who's also responsible for saving me from an unlikely ending. I thank you I didn't end up with the man who broke my heart.
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