What it took

The story of a son's discussion with his father before leaving home ...

 In addition, I tell you: I'm leaving the father of your house ... I say it like that, of your house! Because I don't feel it mine.

Because although I have lived here since the day I was born, when I began to understand, I understood, I must say so, I understood that being born is not enough to be your son, to have your tenderness and to have your love.

And that's why I'm leaving, and thanks! I say it sincerely, nothing was missing by your side, neither the house, nor the school, nor the favorite toy, nor the clothes you saw me today or the car I used yesterday ...

But, am I so ambitious, I seem so demanding if I tell you that it is not enough, that it was not enough neither the money, nor the clothes, nor that car, nor this house, because I want -because I always wanted- something more that I did not you gave?

And your bulky wallet, always a source of material remedies, never had the tickets to buy a single minute of your necessary attention, of your fundamental time to take care of me.

You'll think I was a good son, of course! because you never found out: Do you know that I thundered in school, that I ended up with my girlfriend and ran a drunkenness in bad grades, that I tried marijuana, that I used to paint at school, or that I stole from my mother?

No, you don't know, there was never time to think about trivial things; In total, you say that “teenagers are naughty and lazy, but that by becoming men we straighten the steps”

You are wrong was not the case! and all my rebellion was a cry of call to which you never responded, maybe you didn't even hear ... And if you ask me at what point you failed me, I could only answer you:

You missed me! But why do I follow him? It is no longer time for complaints. It was missing ... what I needed, what, what am I going to do? Who knows! What should I go to? No matter! Where will I find the money to pay for this life to which you have become accustomed?

You cannot believe that he lives without air conditioning, without a vehicle at the door, without “fair” for the record, without the girls, without the parties, without a father involved in industries and other companies, which is important in politics and that frequents high spheres.

What should I not live without all this? How is my life done? And who said it was life to stay in these rooms that you leave and enter, where I can never see or tell you:

"Daddy today if you stay"? I have never lived in your house, it has never been life. Now I am going to live out of here, far from here, without the hope that one day you will come to me ... and never come.

I'm going father, your love investment business has gone bankrupt and you declare bankruptcy in the trade of my love. You paid dearly and you will continue paying, and today you lose almost all the investment.

But if you take out the few remaining goods for sale, to save the business, I propose as a partner! And take good care of my offer that there will be no better bidder.

I buy you for father, the time you didn't have to give it to your son. I buy you everything, to enjoy it, all that useless love you never knew how to use.

I will pay well for your laughter, for your word, for your smile, and I will pay more for your caress, your concern, your zeal, your love and your love. I buy them! I buy them all! And although I don't know well about finances, I can be a good buyer.

And if you sell yourself for father, I PAY YOU MY HEART!