you swore through life and death you were nothing like your retched father. the one who was never there, the one who you barely knew, despite sharing the same blood.

although, even just for small moments. people saw him in you. and maybe you did too, in the silent corner of your mind. maybe it was the nose, the eyes, maybe the shared temper or sickeningly blinded loyalty. but you were like him. you, despite it all, were his child, even if he didn’t act like you were.