Did you, “raise” me, or did I have to RAISE myself???
To the father who “raised” me, yeah, I guess, you’d, never made me worry about money, or anything materialistic, I’d had, EVERYTHING I’d needed, provided for me, without having to ask you, but, is that enough?
And, what about, the days I fell ill, that you were never there by my side, soothing me, comforting me, like a “good” father should be? Or, how I’d fallen off my bicycle time and time again, learning to ride it (note: I still don’t know how to ride a two-wheel bicycle here!!!)?
To the father who “raised” me, now that you’re slowly, growing older, and one day, you’ll, be too old, to live on your own, and yeah, I’ll just, put you up in that high-end nursing home, with the special care nurses and all, and just PAY for your way, because that, was all that, you’d, given to me, nothing BUT MONEY!!!
To the father who “raised” me, oh wait a second, you did NOT raise me, I raised ME, I was the only one I had growing up, you and that EX-wife of yours (my biological mother, and no, still was NOT “adopted” here!!!), were only a SPERM and an OVUM, and she’s nothing MORE than a uterus that I grew out of, a VAGINA I slid down, to GET to this planet, nothing more!!!
Life, the Obstacle Course 