I remember vividly when my father died, i was six. That year in school we had to do a fathers day gift like always. My teacher went up to me and asked me why i was doing it if my father passed away. I got angry and i looked her dead in the eyes and said “My father died but i still have my brother” She looked at me startled and went away. My brother was always my father, these days i look at him and i see some of my dad’s traces. I see the way he treats his wife and i can’t think of any other man i could look up to. It gives me hope that one day i’ll find someone that looks at me the same way he looks at her.

It’s funny when people appreciate my friendship and then realize that i’m more than a friend to them than they are to me. That’s because i never feel the need to ask for what i think i deserve.