Feb 26
I wonder what it’s like to have normal parents. Ones that actually love each other, actually hold true to their vow’s, ones that actually have a desire to be with each other. I wonder what it’s like to have a childhood memory of a father bringing them to a game, or tell them how well they did in a soccer game, or teach them how to be a good man. I wonder what it’s like to make a Dad proud.
