[ WP ] He finally said it : I 'm proud of you , son .

I'm proud of you, son. 
 
 That's why I was tough on you. 
 
 You were sensitive as a boy. You always felt everything so deeply. Remember the crying? When I yelled at you, to toughen you up, you'd cry. When you could n't win first place, you'd cry. When other kids got hurt, you'd cry. 
 
 That's why I had to beat it out of you, son. That's why I had to teach you to wear the mask, like a man. Showing your feelings made you weak, a target. 
 
 I tried to show approval, but it only made you softer. I was the father I was for you, to make you strong. 
 
 How did you repay me? Did you say thank you? Do you call? No. It's like I do n't even exist in your world. Where are my grandchildren? They're what, seven and nine now? I have n't seen them, and I know you got my letters and phone messages. I'd like to see your sons grow into men as you did. I'd like to sit them on my lap and pass on the legacy of sixty years of hard won wisdom. 
 
 Perhaps you're too big to need me now. Maybe you're not grateful for all the sacrifices and the investment of time I made in developing you into the success you've become. 
 
 This is my last attempt to win your attention. This letter. 
 
 Goodbye son. 
 
 I'm not so bitter. I understand what in means to stand strong and alone, not to allow yourself to depend on anyone. After all, you do n't really need me anymore. 
 
 My work as a father is done, and a well-placed bullet makes the end tidy. 
 
 Remember what I've taught you, and make those boys into men that bring pride to the family. 
 
 Legacy. 
 
 Your father.
