Since you carried me on your shoulders and I looked at the world from up there, I've realized that I want to be strong, like you. I'll be stronger even when you tell me everything's okay. You don't need the words - your eyes, the same as mine, are a mirror. I'll figure it out if I made a mistake and I’ll try to understand how to be more like you. I understand you're proud of me, even if you don't say so, Dad.