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Oh Father...How could you even think about that... About leaving these grounds already... How could you dare to even leave me alone in this world where I know nothing... No matter how you acted towards me, rightfully or not, I respected you... And above all, I cared about you... I grace your teachings... I will not make the same mistakes. I was blessed by your presence during these early years of my existence, and even now... Through hard times, we had good nonetheless... And nothing will ever replace the admiration I had, for you, for some of your qualities... So handful, so bright, so skilled, so fearless, so strong and so precautious... Through my life, I got taught, thanks to you, how to deal with the impossible, how to walk by my own feet and bring a difference to people's heart...No matter how you acted towards me, rightfully or not, I'm glad I was your son, and I hope, with all of my heart and soul, I would pray if I could, to see you live more, and teach me all you always wanted me to know. Building a plane, or even skydiving with you, I could careless, as long as you teach me more... as long as you stay alive more, to bring me under your wing, like I always wished you could... Just so I can show you my kids someday, or even show you something I did or created, anything, as a work coming directly from me... I may be heartless, emtionless whatsoever, I know what is right, and my eyes are wide open... Thanks to you again... Father, don't leave me, like I never will leave you... My departure, if I ever leave the house, is simply to build my future, not to abandon you... Father, oh Father... Don't ever forget about me, don't ever forget about my caring...Oh Mother...So much hard times we had, but so many shared moments at the same time... Through sickness and sadness, we held each other's hand, and helped each other out, until everything was like once before. Screams, here and there, you know it was my temperament... you know you gave me this revolting and so crazy attitude of daring so many things... I love it, because you taught me the thrilling feeling that not so many could really feel. Homework, projects or simply culture, I got it all from you, from maths to philosophy, and even further than that, how to live in a society, I got it all from you... Politics, speech, but most of all, how not to lie and respect promises... To use lies, just if your life depends on it. How could I ever forget the tears you shed every time you were worried about me, or when I was sick, or out of the house for a little period of time... But also, how I was there to comfort you, to tell you that everything would go well, to simply cheer you up. The one I'm the most thankful about too, would be: how to study someone. To see the traits of someone, through little words, through facial expressions or whatever would really be the way of communication. No matter how angry or almost hysterical we were, against each other, I always loved you as My Mother. Even if you never fully understood me, my feelings, or whatever would happen with me, you were able to do what was right. And you always supported me whatever was my decision. You're my mother, and I respect you for this, I love you for being My Mother. And as a same message to my father, I don't want you to depart. I want you live more, I want you to see what I can do by myself. I want you to see, through your passionate hardness, what I can do with what you taught me... Mother oh Mother, don't leave me, like I never left you... I want you to see at last, that I'm not a little kid anymore, and that I don't need to be overprotected, cause I won't be raped by a 70 years old guy :P, I'm 6'8, almost 6'9, Mother, I can take care of myself too. You know what Father taught me, you know I can really get myself out of the shit if needed. You may not know everything of what I lived, but I was honest with you, and I never lied to you, neither to Father. I told you the truth, and directly. Mother oh Mother, don't leave me, stay with me more, so you can see the Man that I have become, so you can alas see I already have responsabilities. Mother oh Mother, I can't ever thank you enough for your meaning in my life, and I want you to live, along with my Father, so you can watch me, and also, so I won't suffer when time will come... NOT!Oh Father, Oh Mother, Oh Dearest Parents...I know these words can't tell much, that you probably won't look at this, but I simply want you, Father and Mother, to know that I care about you, that I was and will be here, no matter what happens. I'm glad for being your son, and for having that luck of being taught so many things. I did my own learning, I did my polishment on all the knowledge I acquired from you. Thankful is a little word... Father and Mother, you were Gods amongst Humans, amongst anyone. Respect is all I craved for, same for honesty. You were harsh on me, I never liked it, but I understand why you have done everything of this. The purpose was to strengthen me. And it's only today, 2 days after being 17, that I understand at last, why you, Father and Mother, have acted like this. If it wasn't for my future, I would never leave the house... But know this, there's not a single moment when I'm not worrying about your health, about your security, or anything of that sort. Oh Parents, Oh Father and Mother, I beg you to live more than just a life, I beg you to teach me more, and to be as direct, as harsh, as honest as now, and even harder if it's possible. You know, Father and Mother, I look into the sky, where dark clouds have created their den, and I'm aksing myself. Is it there where you, Father and Mother, will stay? Are you going to be as free, as beautiful and perfects as the Clouds? Or are you going to be the Wind, to be omnipresent for me and caress my cheeks or my hair whenever I am sick, depressed, asleep, or just, for being your son? Or are you going to be sun, as harsh and direct during the day, and become the moon during the night, your words becoming stars, trying to make me sleep because I need it? Are you, Father and Mother, going to be the air, to always be here, like I'm dependant on you? What exactly's going to happen...? I know you don't have an answer, noone has... But I say, you will never depart, because I need you, Father and Mother, for the simple fact, that I need parents... I need someone I can rely on, no matter, I need someone I can care about you, and you, Father and Mother, are all what I have become, a great part of it. I could never become the person that I am today, without you, Father and Mother... I beg you, more, and more as time flows, to stay with me, to remain with me. Not to leave me... Parents, Father and Mother, I love you... And I'm happy I'm your son, I can careless what happened... I'm happy I'm your son... And only yours...



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