I didn’t want to be this man. I never wanted to be like my father. I just wanted to be loved by him. Accepted. That’s how this happened, that’s how I became this person. Too many years of listening, too many years craving his approval. His words burned into my mind. And now I crave things the world says I shouldn’t. I open doors that should remain closed. I cross lines meant to be straight and narrow. But they’ll understand, they’ll see just like I did. This is the right way of things. The way it’s meant to be. And whether I have his name or not, at least I’ve finally become the perfect son.