I pity my dad sometimes. He has anxiety; he is depressed; he's a workaholic; he is honest. People take advantage of him at times, and it is not fair. He is sincerely making friends, but others have their agenda befriending him. Too many bad experiences drove him out from trying to find a new friend now.My dad has a bit of attitude problem, which thins my patience mostly, but I endured because he meant well. He doesn't want to be alone and trapped, so he likes to drive around or walk around. Preferably with my mom. The pandemic hurts him a lot, triggering his anxiety.We tried to make him feel active, but nothing beats going out, be it just to the mall or, better, vacation.We have been overworking because lack of staff personnel, and my dad is burning out. Maybe, he's crossed that line already.I wish the best for you, dad. I know you don't want me to say all these, but I will try my best to accompany you on any trips you want to go. I'm sorry, I'm always busy or too tired. So, don't give up, dad. You can do it. You're the strongest person I've known. Thank you for always caring for me even when I said I didn't want it. I kept taking you for granted too. I will try to be a better daughter. Sorry, dad. Thank you, dad.A.R.