to this day.i feel very blessed that i have always had my father to rely on. growing up in a neighborhood where the presence of single mothers was the norm, i knew i had a different experience growing up than some of my peers. even from the very beginning my father was involved in my life. my mother worked the night shift, so my dad, who was the janitor of our apartment complex, played both the mother and the father during those late night feeding and diaper sessions.
my father is also the man behind my “unique” personality. so for those who know me, blame him. he would entertain me with 