I've never thought that I looked alike my father, my sister did. But when he sent me this photo today, I got speechless by the way he laughed when he was in about my age was exactly the way I do now. I could see me in him so vividly. He in that huge smile was just like me in it. Seeing this, seeing him in a big laugh, I felt something, something strange, something unexplainable, and yet I was deeply glad to find a piece of me in him.
I sometimes hated him. I was sometimes feared, bothered and annoyed by him. We argued a lot. We yelled and screamed at each other. Many times I couldn't understand him the way he didn't. And yet he treated me not just as merely a son, but rather as an equal person. He's always respected my decision, believed in me and supported me. And I always respected his earnestness, admired his steal-like mentality, liked his positivity and little sense of humor, looked upon his leaderahip, but most of all, I loved him and always will.
