It's interesting how something I was part of feels like a different world. I can barely remember anything from my childhood, but I can remember the comfort of being held in my dad's arms. I wish I could go back and freeze time, but I wouldn't have the same knowledge and the perspective that I have of my dad like I do today. My dad still brings joy and laughter in my life, and that stays consistent. But is he the same man he was 20 years ago? I believe to be turning into my dad with my nose and smile, my sarcastic humor and pessimistic comments, my growing collection of a million knick knacks... Perhaps I am turning to be but a version of my dad. Although similar, when people ask if I will become an attorney like my dad, we just turn to each other and laugh. I didn't inherit his smartness. Man, woman, old, young, father, daughter, same, different. My dad is my dad, and I love him very much.
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