A man lost his job, started drinking, his wife left him with their only son. He became a drunkard, was a terrible dad if any at all, and ended his life alone and miserable.
The son, however, grew up to be all the contrary : kind, loving and responsible, passionate about life.
When he was asked how he had turned out so well given all the personnal things he went through, he said : up until I was 18, every night, my dad came to my room when I went to bed, and told me he loved me.
Love covers all the screw-ups.
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