I woke up yesterday feeling grateful that it was only a nightmare. But scarry enough to teach me a lesson. My heart bleeds everytime i think about the dream.
I dreamt that my old man died. I certainly cannot live without him. Despite our differing stances, he is my everything. My superhero. I will never be where am I now if it wasnt for him. I love my dad more than i hate him. Thank you for providing us such a wonderful life.