I don't know exactly how far the person I'm waiting for is from me, all the pain lingers in my heart.
"Child, I never thought about adding to your troubles when you were already at your most difficult time. I'm your father, and you should know that a father's greatest wish is to protect his child. How could I possibly bear to let you suffer this harm? But what am I doing all this for? I keep pushing myself, step by step, to where I am today. All I want is to live a stable life, but what about you? Since I came back to this family, how much ridicule have I endured? You know better than anyone. When you see me suffering all that ridicule, does it hurt your heart at all, as a son?
