My son I am proud of you. All the distractions of life and the harping of females… it’s all noise in the machine. You work hard everyday, and I see it. You struggle with your personal demons, and I see it. You set the alarm, work an honest days labor for an honest days wage, and I see it. I let you down on occasion because I had to work, and I see it. I didn’t take you on all the trips, or teach you all you needed to know, and I see it. I was not perfect, and I see it. You have been betrayed by females so many times, and I see it. You have had children of your own, and languish whether you should divorce or bear the burden, and I see it. You are my son. I am your father. You are a good man. In you my son, I am well pleased. My son.