My father and I,
We didn't get along.
When mother left, we made a silent pact.
I sttay out of your business,
youstay out of mine.
We may share a house,
and I may be your child,
but you have no clue how to handle me,
and I have no clue how to talk to you.
Until now.
We talk.
We care.
And we finally realise,
that we both have felt so bad, not having any connection to each
other,
because really,
we do love eachother
