Fathers leave.
You know sometimes you can let it go, sometimes you can't.
Do you remember that night the thunder shook the apartment?
I was five; and i thought the lightning was so bright i thought the world was on fire.
i'm all under my covers, crying and you came flying into the room and peek under the covers and decide to make it a game.
you said the lightning was the northern lights.
you made that entire night an adventure until the storm passed.
and i woke up the next morning, and it was a sunny day.
don't you remember that?
"no. i don't."
that's because it never happened.
the storm happened, but you didn't.
Fathers leave.