My father had dreams of his own, that where eventually sown into me. You see he had to abandon his goals, when the civil war finally knocked on his families door. So he had to forsake his ambitions of becoming a prominent surgeon, for the sake of his family and their well- being....He renounced his dreams for a greater purpose, and at times I could see right through his exterior and see that his spirit is truly diminished. A man that has to burden such a substantial load and still have a rational outlook on the world is truly inspiring. So his dreams where seen awaken in his firstborn...and crumbled when he was grown and noticed how he had plans of his own, you see he never thought that he would have to disown his Eldest son, it was like I was thorn in his flesh. A constant reminder of how I wasn't his dream reviver...
