A letter to my estranged son

Hey son Its me. Your dad. I know — you haven't seen me in along time, or much at all really. I just want you to know that I love you. Your mother is a good person. I just wasn't the husband she needed. That's ok. I got you out of it, and that's really what matters most to me in this life. I want you to know that no matter what you hear about me, or how I am — or the way people think of me, I am none of those things before your father. I wasn't someone everyone could relate to, and people fear what they think is different. I want you to remember that, because the world will try every which way to make you fit into some kind of mold that makes others comfortable with your existence, and that's not how life should be lived. Not if you're doing it right. Be yourself first, always. And know who's really got your back. Remember you can always call on me for anything you need. I've been traveling around quite a bit lately and have decided to start a new thing in a place called Hathian. There isn't much going on here that I can share at the moment, but maybe you can come visit me someday? I'm sure we could go to the movies, or hang out and do whatever you like. What are you into these days? How are things going in school? I still find time to sketch and play music. Do you remember when I would draw? I actually drew you something, and I hope you like it. It's just a small gift to remember me by. I hope it reminds you of how much you are loved even when the world feels like a terrible place. You'll always be my baby boy. Be kind to your mother. I hope to see you again soon. Dad