I use to hate my dad for not showing any emotion when his father died. I didn’t understand how he grew up and always thought he just wasn’t an emotional person. Then when my moms mom died and saw us crying at her funeral he began to cry. I only saw a brief glimpse but it felt different… I knew he loved my grandma as much as we all loved her…maybe even more than he loved his dad. My grandma lived with us for a while and took care of me and my brother when my mom and dad were at work. my mom told me recently, to my shock, that his parents didn’t raise their kids. His uncle took care of him and his siblings. His parents lived somewhere else in different cities. So I guess I misjudged my dad and I really want to be as great as a father as he.
It's the one man army, General Subliminal.
or I could show you some really fancy movement...
But to express oneself honestly, not lying to oneself,
and to express myslef honestly...
Now that, my friend is very hard to do.
