Sons and fathers
"I never hated my father. Sure I was mad at him, but never really hated him."
Jason picked up the axe and started cutting woods
After a few strikes he dropped the axe and watched the sunset on the horizon.
"I just wish I could've asked him some stuff you know? Like why the fuck would you kill yourself and not watch me grow? Why didnt you stay to to teach me how to change a tire or fix the goddamn tv?"
He picked up the axe again angrily and started chopping woods with rage.
"What-about-mom? " he was running out of breath.
"Why-leave-her-all-the-responsibility!?"
He dropped on his knees.
He heard a bird chirping from the distance,
Like a message toward him.
He looked around him, the wooden cabin on his right, trees all around him, and the path down with a view of sunset on the horizon.
He sat down.
"I'm good... I was raised good, a lot of good people around me to make me a person I am today."
"Sons always learn from their dads—some want to be like them, others the complete opposite.""
His dog came to him and started cheering him up.
"Thanks for always listening charlie...It's getting cold, lets go inside buddy."
He looked at the sun before she went to sleep for the night.
"Happy birthday dad."