Dad…..

 They warned me that on Shabbat, Friday, he'll bring out the three hearts.

With the 40-degree heatwave, it could be fatal.
Warned to stop listening to him.
He's being manipulated.
The worst thing is that I told him the most beautiful declaration in the world.
And his response was,
Three times I tried.
I can't love.
I don't love myself.
Because I don't know how to love you.
He would have come out another day.
But no, Hebrew.
My birthday is coming.
The punishment for having loved him.
He's at Apple.
And my computer makes it blink.
My computer is Apple.
He listens, watches me.
I can't take it anymore.
I don't want to.
He hasn't grown up.
Nor cut the cord.
So he should leave me alone.
And he shouldn't be glued to me anymore.
To tell me,
No love.
He won't destroy me.
He, yes, manipulated.
Silence is my refuge