When I was a kid, I used to idolize my dad. I thought he was a genius, a hero, a saint and a man with supernatural ability to read my mind. It was my mother who made me think that way. She used to hide many things about him.
Today, I think my dad is a smart, brave and good ordinary man. He is not perfect as my childhood dreams, but I love him anyway.
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