Looking back,
I never really understood my dad.
The way he handled things,
The way he raised me in his arms.

At an early age,
He taught me how to be tough.
To make my own decisions,
To pick my own people and companions.

I thought at first,
He never cared for me.
He always allowed me to go out,
To have fun and enjoy my life.

We didn't have much,
We've struggled alot as a matter of fact.
But I am aware of his efforts,
To make me live just like a normal child.

I even questioned him once,
I asked him why...