i hate owing things to people, and you're the one person i owe the world to.
so i say again:
don't leave us yet, cause its just about my turn to return your favours.
you still have many dreams to fulfil, so let me be the one carrying the burden now.
i might chide and i might argue, for i do not see eye to eye,
but that doesn't mean that i dont care, once we reach the end of time.
so don't you dare, i'm begging you.
just take a step back, and smell the flowers.
for this day might be your first time, and i'm pretty sure you'll love it like i always do.
get well soon, dad.
learning through life's potholes