My Fathers Saviour

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.