We embrace again. It still feels impossible, his arms around me. “I love you.” I haven’t said it yet, and the words almost stick in my throat. I’ve needed to tell him that for so, so long. “And I love you, Diago. Always.” He squeezes me tight, then releases me. It’s hard, walking away. Parting so soon, after so long. And yet I can, because I know I can come back. I know my father will keep his word and that when I need him, he will find a way to be there. He always has. He always does.
I can't stop crying
