ive had several things happen to me in my life, but one thing that i can't forget is the fact i didn't grow up with a father, and the difference of how my sister did will always be a huge impact on me. an if i was to write a poem about it or a story about it, it would be the best detailed piece of work ever, but on the line it wouldn't be more of anger as it was when i was younger. more so pride in myself an being independent and as well how certain things would be a little different if i had a dad. with relationships with men, cars, sports an so much more. but how much it has taught me i dont need a man, and the fact i have uncles to take that area. it would of been great too grow up with a dad, but at the same time why?