hmmmm....
this sounds like a psych session. My parents have succeded in alienating my brother and I. Through their manipulations (mostly mother´s) and favouritism, my brother and I haven´t spoken to each other for the better part of three years. Which is sad because I really love my niece. When someone says to me that I am looking like my father, it´s a sure fire way to get my hackles up. I often dream of a dad with whom I could confide and share experiences, and I envy those whose father´s are remembered with fondness. My father is still alive and I see him and my mother occasionally, I do the dutiful son shit and get it over with as quickly as possible, but I consciously go out of my way not to be like them and have done most of my life.
:o(