Today is fathers’ day and for a week I was contemplating if I should even give a wish to my father. Remembering all the times as a kid I had to keep in touch with him cuz he would'nt contact me. My moms used to tell me how I would sit in the window and wait for him till I fell asleep and he never came. Well the idolizing is over, im a grown man now. I have to acknowledge the fact he did take me in when my moms and I fell out. He supported me when I had no money coming in. He gave me the most positivity as a family member than my mother ever did. Although just like my mother he's never said that he loves me or that he's proud of me (which sometimes makes me feel like I was an accident), his demeanor shows he tries to be there for me as of late and I have to forgive plain and simple. I should be appreciative that I still have a father. Alive. I should appreciate that he is still so close to me that I can visit him. Recently he’s given me game on how to handle females and how to learn from past relationships when things go bad. One of things I wished from him as a kid is to teach me some of his navy seal training to knock a muhfugga out. I’m his only son and taking what I learned from both my parents I hope to correct those mistakes when I become one. Until then I give my pops props for a good looking out.