Father, forgive me

This coming Sunday is Father's Day.
I haven't even thought about it for many years.

One of my co-workers told me she gives her father a gift on Father's Day every year.
That's nice.
I hesitate to do such a thing.

When I was small, I liked my father, didn't I ?
As time went by, we had some confrontations.
We don't have friendly conversations at all.

Is there hatred?
There should not be.
It's all right we don't understand each other, because we are different.

I want him to live a peaceful life for the rest of his life.
I wish I could say so.