I Had a Dream

That my father, the one who I thought for so many years was living out in Southern America due to the fact that he was deported for drug smuggling, was living with my other side of the family. And I broke out in tears when I saw him, not because I was finally seeing him for so long, but because he was living in California, and he had not tried to get in touch with me. He tried to explain himself, but I just walked away.


Oh well.