Dear Dad,
I'm sorry for not being into sports.
I'm sorry that I'm afraid of older men because on December 11th 2008 you let those men take me away and rape me for hours just because you wanted a pack of cigarettes.
I'm sorry that I made you look bad in front of your friends.
I'm sorry that I'm wasn't confident enough.
I'm sorry that mom died after giving birth to me.
I'm sorry that I will never be like you. 
I'm sorry that I was just being another burden for you to carry.
You made feel shameful in my own skin.
I tossed and turned in bed after every night you blamed me for mom’s death.
But I am not sorry for being the person I am.
I learned how to let go all the hate I had towards you.
I succeed my worst days without your love and support because I realized that you're nothing but a deadbeat father.
I learned how love myself more with being confident in my own skin because of you.
  So Dear I'm sorry that you will never own up the fact that now you're dying and  you have no one by your side but K.

Love your
Pathetic son