Remember when you are young and still look-up to your parents and they are like gods. It seems like they could do no wrong. Then suddenly you get older and all-of-a sudden discovered that they are actually human, and they make mistakes like everybody else. I remember the first and only time I saw my Dad cry. I was twelve and his sister had just died. I could not comprehend it, that this guy could actually cry like I do when he would whoop me sometimes for bullying my brothers or for tarrying too long on an
errand, when I will branch-off to the soccer field to play with friends.