அப்பாவும் நானும்// pa & me whilst exploring a corner of Italy. He always has a moustache and a cap on his head. He was quite built since he was a kid because he worked on the family farm to support his widowed mother. Apparently, he'd climb up trees and sing songs. We have the same squinty eyes, big ol' noses, and problematic teeth - ironically, we were both called versions of "Smiley" in school. He is crafty and has always been fixing or creating. I feel so blessed to have grown up witnessing that. He was always fiddling away in his hoarder's paradise of a garage - or in his mobile service truck, if not under another truck. He doesn't think about money, just about doing what he likes though he talks ish to me about just that. We share the tendency to lose ourselves- finding solace in our crafts, alone. He always takes a nap in the afternoon and has a drink with each meal. His lungs are probably ashes coz he always smoked. He wakes up and looks out at the birds, sets up a nest for them if they need help and what not. When I was a kid, I'd get in trouble because when I saw a dead bird, I'd get emo and try to bring them home to give them a proper funeral. I tend to get hurt by his attitude, like he never says he is proud of me no matter what I do! But when I asked for a treehouse, he was onboard. We quarrel and it's funny because his rude ass is just as if not more sensitive than mine. I'll always see him as the Superman whose leg I'd refuse to let go of on his way out. When I left home for a few months for the first time, he emotionally came to me and said "pilla, nee illaati, naan enna seiya poren?". Yet didn't call me once. Hahaha. But when I came back, he was holding balloons in his hand at the airport. I hate seeing him age while we do. Stay fiddling.