My second dad

It has been two weeks and I haven’t told anyone yet about my decision. It was difficult to break the person who brought the best in you for so long twice in a row, but it would also be difficult to prolong his agony and his expectations in a time more sooner than he waited.

I just couldn’t find the right words to say. I just couldn’t break him the way I did 3 years ago. What I did before was unforgivable, and to do it twice is too much.

Yes, this past two weeks another guy was doing errands for me. Not like Timmy
Arnold, Hero, Krees or Brenth – he was the type who makes it easier and harder at the same time.

What makes it unavoidable is that he makes use of his assets. Things are doing fine and working because he knows how to crank and wind me. The fact that the one person that I can’t say no to, was the same person who does the same thing to him really makes the situation much creepier.

I have known the-another-guy’s-asset ever since we were very young. He has been my teacher ever since my dad decided to work in Canada. He has been my second dad.

He made me one of the best persons in the world and I am proud of it. He made me love my parents more, rather than hate them or be rebellious to them because they chose to go to different career opportunities than prioritize us.

He has been my comfort blanket because he always listen to me when I have stories about life and he would share advises about how to take it if he was in my shoe.

He was my soldier and my teacher for he fought with me through every battle and hardships whenever I can’t find the right words to open-up to my parents. He was my problem solver because he always helps me find solutions to my questions. He never answered me with “Stop probing too much.” He was so intelligent that he have ready answers and reasons to fill my curious non-sense queries.

He has been my soldier because he protects me against my emotional struggles and childhood enemies. He has been my coach in every walks of trials. He wants me to show competitiveness, patience and toughness more than my face can ever show.

He was Yoshimoto Thief’s father. He was my second dad.