I adore my parents. And yet, I share nothing like a meaningful relationship with them. We hardly ever talk, we hardly ever share. Should I change "we" to "I"? Maybe.
As a kid, I used to always want to hold my dad's hand and walk. He was my succor. He was never a role model. Until now.
As I am growing older - I am realizing how much wisdom he has, and yet how little he dishes them out.
One day, I hope to be like him. Wise, silent, and content.
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