You once said that I had taught you of late the meaning of being akin to your own father.
Know, dear dad, that wherever you are, in all your struggles; the ones told; and the ones only you and I knew of to this day; know that it is you who never ceased to teach me, and only today I realised how hard you fought for your sanity; know that I too have been, still am, fighting for mine; that I know if you were not victorious, it at least never got the best of you; and nor will it of me.
QED.
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