I hope I can give you the money back, dad

Since the Hard work you did, siblings of you still called you "mid", because their jealousy was full of shi** , and they are all behaving like a kid. Too young you thought I was, so every memory will somehow last, but only if you knew how my mind was running fast, and how I regret when I still remember the past. The argue we had felt like needing my dry throut filling with water, while kids on streets are dying later. I know that the failings you did, heavyed your like a kit that didn't fit. Since the day I remember you cried, I never saw you like that just that night, and when you saw me you gathered your full might, and kiss me for a good night. I remember you saying: ,,Who are you to not forgive when even god can?", when mom was just getting blame from your little brother. But you still cared for him like a mother. While he stepped on you like a poorly father. Dad, I wish you could see yourself how I see you, cause you did indeed a few. And I know I inherited your lack of true. Which makes me copy peoples view.