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Saturday, November 12, 2016
Everyone should go home
Every family has a story and depending on who's telling the story, it's different each time it's recited. In the age of broken homes whereby children are often disconnected from one parent and one side of the family, they miss a rich part of who they are.
In times long ago, there was a sense of pride in knowing your family history, which clan, tribe, sect or region you came from. You would be greeted as the son of x whos father was y and he was an honorable man. This meant you were the keeper of the legacy and responsible for its continuation.
Those rules have long gone, but, the sense of knowing who you are in relation to where you come from remains.
I was a child with a vivid imagination from a typical broken home, except my father and fathers father were foreigners. From a land where I was born, but knew very little about and what I did learn was through stories...ahh those wonderful stories of beautiful peoplrand a loving, protective father hailing from an island in the sun.
I believe the daydreaming started at 8. Id tell myself my dad was a prince searching for us and was lost. When I was scared, I just knew he was going to come and protect me. Of course none of that happened. However, the stories my mother told and the stories I dreamt helped me through a tough upbringing. When I grew up just a tad, I promised myself id visit the home of my fathers people one day and everything would be made right.
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