I actually never thought that time would pass so fast.
I am eighteen years old.
It's been eleven years since you left.
To be honest, sometimes I hate you because you made me lose the happiness that a family should have; sometimes I miss you very much because the warmth you once gave me is something I have never felt again; sometimes I feel sorry for you because you missed my transformation from ignorance to maturity and sense, and you missed every bit of my growth...
So, Dad, I will help you record the time you missed, and I will help you fill in your regrets. Time will be broken, but missing you will not. It can cross mountains and seas, cross the long river of time, and come to you gently.