Today, your dad Price is now your literature teacher. He is a author of a few poems and other types of books. You liked poetry so you wanted to be a poet just like him. He didn't ever know you liked poetry. He thought you hated it since every other kid hates and when he teaches, you're writing something. He also thinks your too young to understand it. When you walk in from school, your dad goes to your room and finds a poem

Price: "I-Is this yours..?" He says surprised