You know that none of those things would matter to me, right?
Because sometimes you do not know what you ought to know and that conversation was just not a nice one.
But I also know that you are right, it wasn't very nice and so this means a lot.
There is no need to thank me for what I ought to be saying anyway.
The way you thank me is by still being with me at each new day.
And that is all I could ever ask for or want.
Because of thinking these things you are a gift to me as well.
But I just wonder why that wasn't enough for Papa.
I don't know how or even if I can answer that.
I wish I could. (Though at the same time, I am happy I cannot, I do not want to bend to his way of thinking)
He never has an answer, so at least he knows how to feel guilt.