What I thought as a genuine desire of my father to let go of his vices has, unluckily, turned out to be just another of his not too popular ploys to get us to side with him. It happened before and it has happened again. I couldn’t say the telltale signs weren’t there, but I chose to believe that this time, he was finally going to strive to win over his alcohol and nicotine addiction, but it appears that the world has won again.
He’s my father and no matter how many mistakes he does, nothing could change the fact that fact.
I have suspected this all along, but I held on to the glimmer of hope that finally, after more than 40 years, he’s finally getting over his addiction. But then again, I shouldn’t lose all hope. Why should I become despondent over my father’s state when God hasn’t given up on him?
Perhaps, he’s the cross that I’ve got to carry. I couldn’t promise to carry my cross with patience, but I can sure promise to try the way I’ve tried for the past years. I just pray for God to guide me in everything I do and help me watch my tongue so I can be of help to my father…
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