I don't like coming down here. It's a waste of my time. And every time I do, I always feel like crap. It's like he sucks the life out of me whenever I see him. I have lost all the care I have for my father; I'm done being his slave for the longest time. I'm no longer his prisoner. Now, he's mine.
It's been months since he's stayed down here and honestly, I didn't think he'd last this long. I have to acknowledge his strong will to live. No one is waiting for him outside.
He's gone quiet recently; has stopped asking about his precious son, Filippo, and my attention, hoping I'd let him go. I'm moving on, and he's not part of my plans. Today, I decided the best birthday gift for him would be some news I've held off for a while now.