And I love you.
I wish you were there.
I know, I keep repeating the same things over and over again. Thinking about you, Papa, always fills my heart with... this warm feeling, like I'm safe and protected by everything you gave me... but also... I miss you. Every single day I want you to be there.
I don't know how I drew papa, honestly, my memories makes me want to draw him young and how he was the last time I saw him at the same time. I don't really mind, it's just... papa.
Father, dear father, will you be proud of me ? I wish I could be just like you...
