DADDY4K. Road to Recovery

He has post traumatic syndrome.

He came from worry,

but didn't worry anything over fighting.

I know.

We need to move him to the hospital

to help him,

to heal him.

Oh.

Oh my, so difficult.

Don't worry honey,

everything will be all right.

I don't like to say it like this.

We'll help him.

I can't say it like this.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

You all right?

Yeah.

Dad?

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

I'm not.

You're not, you're not.

I said to me.

No, right?

Yeah.

Yes sir.

Yeah.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

I think I'm the first one.

Yeah.

Glory, hallelujah.

What the heck are you doing?

Oh, actually.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

The microphone is here.

Yeah, stay.

I'm done.

This is just so unbelievable.

Why is this happening?

Oh yeah, fuck.

Dad.

What the heck?

Are you crazy?

You are a maniac.

Come on.

Dad.

It's all right, don't worry.

Dad.

Don't worry.

Don't worry.

Glory, glory, hallelujah.

How can you say that?

Glory, glory, glory.

Hey.

Stop.

Oh, leave me alone.

Oh, God.

Glory, glory, glory.

What's the matter with you?

Glory, glory, glory.

What's happening?

What are you doing?

Stop it, I don't want to hear you.

If you didn't do it like this.

I see through you.

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