You're 52 now right?

It's weird to think that none of you have ever seen my dad before. He's a hard-headed man. His reasons must always be the right ones. He frowns upon crying more than most things. He's the only one who can make me bawl within a matter of seconds. He used to take me to Disney World regularly when we lived in Orlando. He laughed so hard when I told him I thought our cat's kittens were dirty rats. He helped me bury them by the lake when they all died two weeks later. If my sister turned out as fragile as other six year old girls, she would be broken by now..She's always impressing me. My dad's kinder words always feel and sound like impromptu phrases from an old movie. I hate when it's stale and awkward like that. We used to always get fast food and go bowling...because they were two of his favorite things. He's terribly competitive and never knows how to express his feelings, if he has any. He only calls when he needs something. I do the same.