Hey, Amanda, it's me, your Dad. I know you don't want me embarrassing you in front of your friends, so I thought I'd record this now and you can watch it yourself. ... Sixteen. Wow. You're already sixteen. You know, when I was your age, I never imagined I would have children. I didn't really think that much. It's all school, and grades, and… worrying if you're going to come home to a loving family or not… I've tried so hard to make sure you never have to do that- worry about being loved. I want you to know that. … I just don't want to be like my mother. So close-minded and full of hate that I shut out the person who needs me the most, but, "I guess I never understood how difficult it is to be a parent." Whatever. Enough about her. I'm tired of thinking about her when you are so much more important than anything that's happened in the past. I just hope that-- when you're out with your friends, or when you start dating, or when you finally go off to college… that you remember I will always love you. No matter what. But you are such a good person, and I see in the way you treat me, and your father, and in everything you do. You are so kind, and you deserve the world. Happy birthday.
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