From the love of a father

So today I got a pretty weird text, one from Dallas Littrell.
He apologized and asked if he had done something to hurt me in any way because if he had he wanted to make sure that he never did it again.
To my knowledge nothing had happened so I told him so and I told him that things around here had just been kinda crazy and I was being quite anti-social and thanked him for pointing it out.

Then we talked, like really talked. He asked how my days were.
He asked what was happening in my life, he asked what I wanted to do long-term.
He asked if I was planning to go to africa.
He wanted to know about my life.
He wanted information.
He cared.

Ah, the love of a father.

Ridiculous how something that is clearly so small could mean so much to me.
The love of a father.

The love of the father.
ah.

good day.