Though my father didn’t have the exact same talents that I did,for he was a singer and I was a writer, we both loved preaching and giving homilies, and we were both comfortable in our own skin.

However,there was a downside to being different—sometimes,I would get called weird for something I said.
I didn’t say anything mean or hurtful, just something like, “Do you ever ponder the essence of life?” or
“I totally love going to school.I can’t stand being away from it for too long.”

I guess that was one thing I had to endure if I wanted to truly be me.

Little did I know how much my father had to deal with it too.