I wrote a text in 2012. I put all my anger and my sadness. It was meant for my father but I don’t want him to read it.
Retrospectively, I measure my sensitivity.

"You have lost everything, what do you want now?
You can not go back, I will never see you again as before because you burned your paternity. 
I only have one big selfish and futile child left that I have to call "dad" because he conceived me. "

Today, he still doesn’t know the existence of this text.