Another Broken-Hearted Teenager
I'm sorry Dad
You work sometimes more than 12 hours a day. You're the hardest working man I know. You strive to make our family the best it can be. You weren't there for me most of my life. However, that's okay. What's harder is that now you work less, you want to spend more time with me. I'm grown now and I honestly want to say I don't have time but really I just want to be with my friends or alone. I see it in your eyes when you look at me. It's regret and sadness that show through your eyes. Most of the time I pretend not to notice and move on. I'm sorry I'm not a little girl anymore. I'm sorry I don't call you daddy or run and hug you when you get home anymore. It's hard for me because it seems like you're just now trying to be a part of my life. Ever sense Mom's stroke you've practically become a single working dad. These past few months I've spent most of my time helping mom and cleaning the house and doing everything you ask and more. I'm not doing so the house will stay clean or it needs to be done, I'm doing it because I want you to notice it. I want you to recognize that through all this I'm doing it to make you happier and your life easier. I'm trying so hard and yet it's not enough for you to realize what I'm trying to do. I'm trying to make you proud of me and who I am. That's all I want is for you to look at me and be proud because when I look at you that's how I feel. I'm proud to have such an amazing father like you in my life. I'm sorry for being moody, for arguing, for asking for too much. For not being good enough. Atleast know I'm trying because I truly am.