Piggyback ride

Father loves his son.He walks him down the road ,holding hands
.Son bends down to fix his shoe lace.Father won't let go of his
hands, still; he can't .He wants to but can't.He has to but can't
.But he does,eventually. He lets him go and says, go ahead I'll be
right behind , watching and when you stumble,I'll pretend I didn't
see your scraped knees and I won't give you a ride back home on my
shoulders but I'll still be there ,watching. So when you fall,pick
yourself up and keep on going.Go ahead and don't look back now.I am
right here.Watchful eyes.Watching over you.Watching out for you.