I had always felt like my fathers saviour.
I don\'t know if that\'s true though.
Maybe I was, maybe I wasn\'t.
It felt like a burden, it felt heavy on my shoulders.
\"Why should I be the one to hold this?\"
\"Why should I be the only one that makes an effort?\"
But now I wouldn\'t really mind it.
Now I wish I could carry his weight on my shoulders. I wish I did more.
I wish I could have been his saviour this time.