I sat on the bench in the park, looking at my shoes. < img src = "https://zycie.news/crrops/be20e0/620x0/1/0/2025/02/23/rozt7ahqsgewuj3zqkhhhhhbmtnw3cq1a8ynwntji5z.jpg" alt = "from life taken." Quot; I give all the money to my daughter and grandchildren & quot; Style = "background-color: rgba (129,116,109.1)" > < p > torn sole, bored toes. The water gets inside with each rain.
< p > m & oacute; I would buy new.
~ P > m & oacute; if it wasn't for her. < p > my c & oacute; rka.< p > I give her everything.
< p > when he asks for money on bills & ndash; I pour. < P >When children need new clothes & Amp; Ndash; I buy. < p > when ice & oacute; wka shines with empty & ndash; I go to the store and fill it with food. < p > — Dad, you can afford it — m & oacute; wi, as if it was obvious.< p > as if my needs did not exist.
< p > recently I asked her for something that I have never wanted before.
< p > — Kasia, could you pay for your bills ?
this time < p > looked at me like a traitor.
< p > — What ? You always help me!
< p > — Yes, but you know & Hellip; I don't have much. < p > — Not much ? You don't lack anything! < p > I looked at my hands.< p > for old, worn fingers.
< p > for holes in the sleeves of the jacket, which I have not changed for five years.
< p > for shoes that I should throw away.
< p > and I understood.
< p > for her my needs did not exist.< p > — You are an egoist, Dad & Amp; MDASH; she said dry.
< p > — Egoist ?< p > — Yes. You have never been a good father.
< p > these words hit me straight into the heart.< p > I gave her my whole life.
< p > I gave up so that she lacked nothing.< p > And now, once I said & ampquo; no & rdquo;, I became a bad father for her.
< p > I don't know what to do now. < p > I don't know if he will ever stop looking at me like a wallet on dw & oacute;< p > but I know one.
< p > I will never let myself be used again. < p > because a good father is not the one who gives everything back, but the one who respects himself.