I love my father so much. Just knowing him and ugh all the amazing thing’s he’s done, escaping KGP USSR for his family to have a better life in America, because of nationalistic restrictions on where you could work and what you could be when you grow up, things like that, over there. He was thinking of his kids and wife.
But he’s also been the evilest man I know. He murdered all four of my grandparents through subterfuge and pressure. He let them atrophy wither and die. Evil man.
I love him.
But that love wanes quickly when I snap out of my romantic haze…