Wondering

 

I don't really miss having a dad, you know? Although sometimes I'd love to what he was like, what he did in his spare time – because maybe it'd help me understand me. But then I look around me at all the confused, clueless kids, and I figure maybe it wouldn't help a whole lot.

It's just – Mum and I are different, right? Different personalities, different reactions to the same things. I don't really get her. And sometimes it'd be nice to be able to say, "Oh, I'm like Dad in that" instead of...