For my father, with love

The nearness of this Father’s Day led me to think about what I had received from my father. It was easy to know what I’d received from my mother, since she was always vocal with how much she’d given us.  She was the emotional one.  My father, the logical one, had a quiet strength about him that I liked and depended upon. He tried to explain the world to me, but it was hard to understand his version because it was my sister who inherited his logic whilst I, unfortunate