At the end of the day, I love my father.

I am a worrywart, I must say.

I, my father is my heart, honestly.

Like I said, we bicker, we argue all the time,

but at the end of the day, I love my father.

And whatever I have to do to make sure that he's OK,

all that other stuff is irrelevant, honestly.

Everything else comes last.

Making sure that my father's OK,

that he doesn't have this unnecessary stress on him,

you know, anything that I can do for him,

it just, it makes everything all worth the while.

I don't even care about not being able to go places as a child.

Thinking back on it now, all that stuff, it doesn't even

make me or break me, it's just whatever with that.

I mean, knowing that, even though I can't understand

exactly where he's coming from, but just knowing that

we're to the point, now, where he can talk to me

if something's wrong, without an argument,

that just lets me know that there's progress,

and at the end of the day, that's what I want.

I just want him happy.

I just want to make sure that he's OK.