I vaguely remember him, I knew his name was Ross, and he spent most of his days working to provide for mom and I. I Always viewed him as Superman because he always seemed to fix everything, he was a hero every boy at their young age wished. He was strong of will and he never liked dishonesty, he always told me to get an education and make something of myself with it. A boy my age could not understand, but I always seemed to be listening. I remember when I was five years old, and my parents...