Reflections On Your Mother
My mother is the only good memories from my childhood because the rest of the days were spent brooding over the lack of my father and the children from the Town who passed by and made fun of my appearance. May my mother rest in peace. I shall honor her name.
Reflections on your father
My father, who is he, where is he, how is he and what does he look like? All the questions I have asked myself in the past but now I do not care because I have my own horizon ahead of me and I cannot look back at things that were never meant to be known.