I have a student whose parents are divorced. She lives with her mother and does not like her father. I get the impression he doesn’t really care for his children either. I don’t really understand that at all.
I -- your father -- love you. I have not even seen you yet but I still love you. I have never really spoken with you, but I love you. And when I finally get the chance to hold you and hug you and kiss you and play with you and talk with you, I will love you even more. Why? How is that possible? Because you are my son, my child; you are a part of me. I will love you forever just because you were born, just because you are my child. And anything you may ever do to get me to love you will only make me love you more.
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