It's so depressing when everyone is inconvenienced because of a wrong judgement call I made. It's bad enough troubling people for anything, and it's that much worse when it turns out to be for nothing. It's something the word 'sorry' cannot make up for, a gross waste of everything. And the urge is to put the blame on someone, anyone, anything. But the real fault lies with me, with my trying to control and predict events that are totally out of my control. But at least now I know just how far my dad will go for me, and therefore how much I really owe him, for being there these 20 years of my life. Father's day will be observed every year from now on.
