You
were there. As much as I hated you,
you were still there. You
protected me. You
fed me. You
clothed me. You
gave me all of the basics. You
gave me rules to live by even though you
knew I still broke them. You
knew I had to live on my own and you
made that possible because you
were there. And even when I challenged you
close to the end I knew I didn’t want to fight you.
I wished things could go back to when you
were nice to me. Back before my puberty and you
got into a fight over my soul. You
obviously passed on your stubbornness to me. You
never got to see me grow up. You
said I wouldn’t last a month out on my own. You
were wrong, but I think you
would have been proud to know you
were wrong this one time. Thank you
for being there for me.
~ Azriel Johnson
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